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Sunpool and Hickorystorm
Bonding
Near the fresh-kill pile
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ShadowClan:
Dawnflurry, Deputy of ShadowClan
Hollyclaw, Senior Warrior of ShadowClan
Sunpool, Warrior of ShadowClan
Hawkfeather, Elder of ShadowClan
ThunderClan:
Mistyleaf, Senior Warrior of ThunderClan
RiverClan:
Thornstrike, Senior Warrior of RiverClan
Nettlesky, Elder of RiverClan
WindClan:
Shadesleek, Senior Warrior
Non-Clan:
Morgan, Royal Scion of Camelot
Ceridwen, Last Princess of Camelot
Duke, Rogue vigilante
Hickorystorm had been hoping to grab a bite from the fresh-kill pile but as his nose twitched, he realized that it was still raining. Ugh. Of course it was still raining, but he sighed inwardly as his stomach rumbled. Carefully making his way over, he began nosing the pile to see what might tempt him when he heard some soft purring.
Turning his head, he caught the scent of Sunpool nearby. Ear twitching slightly, ignoring the grumbling of his belly, he padded over to where he was relaxing. "Don't tell me you're enjoying this damp?" He knew she had longer fur than he did, so it genuinely made him curious. Her coat wasn't water resistant like some of the Riverclan cats, was it?
ShadowClan:
Dawnflurry, Deputy of ShadowClan
Hollyclaw, Senior Warrior of ShadowClan
Sunpool, Warrior of ShadowClan
Hawkfeather, Elder of ShadowClan
ThunderClan:
Mistyleaf, Senior Warrior of ThunderClan
RiverClan:
Thornstrike, Senior Warrior of RiverClan
Nettlesky, Elder of RiverClan
WindClan:
Shadesleek, Senior Warrior
Non-Clan:
Morgan, Royal Scion of Camelot
Ceridwen, Last Princess of Camelot
Duke, Rogue vigilante
Hickorystorm gave himself a brief but vigorous shake, just to make sure the wetness on his pelt didn't seep into it anymore than it had. "I supposed the cooler dampness is better than the heat." He admitted before his ears twitched to listen to her movements as she rolled onto her back.
"There was a squirrel if you want to share? I'm pretty hungry but I don't know if I could finish a squirrel all by myself." He thought of the prey he scented on the pile and considered a moment, wondering if she would want to go back out. "Unless you wanted to maybe do some frog hunting. I know they like this kind of weather too." Not that he'd be much help if she decided that did sound more appetizing or more fun than just a plain old squirrel.
