{$title} timberfrost and wolfpack go hunting together
—————————————————— 'Till I can't run no more ✦
Hunting for the nursery was always a tough chore, but it seemed to be wearing on the poor caretaker more than usual. It's as though the prey hardly existed anymore too, though he knew that couldn't have been true—well, at least judging by the juicy birds and voles that he saw the hunting patrols bringing back. Those weren't for him, of course—why would they be? He had to earn his keep, and so hunting for the nursery was his job... if only he could smell the damn things. It's as though this ... momentary weakness was sapping his senses away. He almost said sickness, but that would imply he needed to be cured, and there was no way in hell he'd let that happen. He'd struggle and pull hunting days that stretched from the sun rising to moonhigh if he had to. He'd work himself to the bone if he had to.
But thankfully, someone had noticed. A simple offer, an easy 'Would you like to go hunting with me?', and suddenly everything seemed just a bit lighter on his shoulders. To tell the truth, Timberfrost didn't know much about the Shadowclan deputy. He knew his name, Wolfpack, which certainly made him feel uneasy. He'd seen the large tom around camp, heard stories of the... well, violence that he could enact upon those poor little frogs in the field... at least that meant that he could hunt.
"—I can't thank you enough, Wolf." The tom had met with the patchwork deputy at the opening of the camp, greeting him with a warm voice and tired eyes. "With all these new kits... well, it'll take a miracle and a half to keep them fed." He chuckled wearily, tilting his head at the other. "You ready to go perform some miracles?"
- @WOLFPACK
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Timber
✦—Shadowclan Caregiver | 28 Moons
✦—He/Him
✦—"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
✦—A large chocolate tabby with pale gold eyes
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