
That's the other things that's bugging him right now. Pikestar. A frown is on his face as he moves, ears lowered. It isn't long before the border is in sight and he kicks those thoughts into the 'this is not good to think about' box, and turns his face towards Dandelionpaw. "You know what that scent means." He says, semi-testing his apprentice. "What kind of prey do you think Shadowclan has?" They didn't necessarily speak upon this very often, but he's curious if Dandelionpaw could derive just what the clan across the Thunderpath ate.
Harefoot and Ashbird are somewhere behind him, and he keeps them informed on their direction with twitches of his ears. His paws press against the stony ground next to the Thunderpath, trying his best to ignore the acrid scent. He had grown used to it back at the barn, but these days there isn't a whole lot of time spent near it, so it was back to bugging him.
Somewhere, slowly approaching, was a lazy horsefly.
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// prompt: Nothing particular is happening, besides this one, really, really annoying horsefly...
// tags: @Dandelionpaw @harefoot @ASHBIRD
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GOLDENROAR he/him, windclan deputy, fourty one moons.
☆ a lh golden red marbled tabby with low white and glimmering aqua eyes. often seen with a smirk, confidence oozing from him in heaps, but always the ever-helpful guy.
☆ mentored by who / mentoring dandelionpaw
☆ older brother to merry
☆ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
☆ penned by dallas ↛ dallasofnines on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
☆ mini by tasmagoric, ref image by dallas (yours truly!)