Territory LOOK OUT THE SHADOWS ARE NEAR — Galepaw

[Frostmoth]

The solo hunts Frostmoth has been leading have become more and more common as time surges forward towards less fruitful seasons. Though they are not as lacking in abundance as they had been in the shipyard- the leaf-bare months had been particularly unforgiving in moons previous- there is still a certain amount of anxiety that prods at his nerves. It is true that the river is more fruitful than the beach had ever been, and with the development of diving techniques they would be able to rely on deeper-dwelling fish and shellfish. But Frostmoth has heard tales about waters that freeze from top to bottom, and famines that bring families and colonies to destruction. He cannot help but to feel a need to prepare.

This hunt had been a success. Frostmoth walks awkwardly, a large trout between his jaws and a perch tucked between his chin and his chest. The cumbrous position makes his neck hurt, and he comes to a pause to readjust before completing the journey back to camp. The deputy gingerly places his catches on the ground. Typical of RiverClan territory, a slow and steady rain has begun to fall during his return. And though the rain usually frightens everything into hiding, a bird's cry comes overhead. Frostmoth stiffens for a moment, remembering the siege a couple have pelicans had laid upon him only a moon ago. He expects some broad-winged creature to dive upon him and steal his catch.

But it does not come. He relaxes slightly as he realizes that the cry he had heard came from a crow. Birds that are pesky at best, and lack the same dangerous qualities of some others of the same species. Frostmoth casts his gaze overhead, watching the murder of crows call to one another and flutter their wings. "Aren't they bothered by the rain...?" He murmurs thoughtfully, not pointing his question anywhere more than a meaningless muse. In fact, if there is anyone nearby he is completely unaware. A likely bad sign for his comfort within his own territory, all things considered.

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• @Galepaw
• ★ FROST — he/him, riverclan deputy, 21 moons
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  — longhair black and white bicolor with blue eyes
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[Galepaw Galepaw]

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As usual, the tom found himself outside of the camp, stalking along some well-worn paths. It hardly had a reason to be other than want, and Gale drank in the freedom greedily—though of course, the lynxpoint always could find something to do out here... and the calls of birds, their ever-screeching jeers at eachother, drew his attention. The rain, though it often discouraged such animals from coming out, seemed to almost delight the crows.... perhaps it was akin to a cat grooming themselves, he supposed, but he couldn't help but watch and listen in curiosity. Gale muttered their calls in low tones, a familiar rehearsal that only he could recite.

The tom did not find himself alone for long, though the crows certainly weren't the quietest company in the first place. It sat up, curled ears perked up at the familiar voice... mm, Frostmoth. Galepaw hadn't interacted much with the deputy, but his curiosity still led him astray as he came to a stand. With gentle steps, Gale slipped through the grassy undergrowth until the sight of the black-and-white cat met his gaze.

"No more than a cat." The tom mused coolly, answering the question as though it was meant for him. He chuckled softly, though the sound sounded strange in his voice, as though he were mimicking the sound more than laughing as a natural response. "Though, I don't suppose the rain is too strong as of yet... I've hardly ducked for cover, at least... they're nothing more than kits, really." It shrugged, pausing for a moment to survey the large catch Frost had. It was hefty, with gorgeous pallid green scales on account of it most likely being eaten within the day. Still, the tom couldn't help but eye those scales... perhaps he'd seek that fish later. "Mischievous things as they are, I wouldn't be surprised if they took an interest in your catch." Well, perhaps he had more in common with birds than he first thought.

—————Whether truth or just a story

It's not up to you—————

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  Galepaw
  ✦—Riverclan Apprentice | 10 Moons
  ✦—He/They/It
  ✦—"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
  ✦—A fluffy high white lynx point with curled ears and deep blue eyes
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