all of a quiver [c]

The wounds from their tussle had already scabbed over by the time Nettleweaver guided Asmodeus to a more pleasant part of ShadowClan’s territory. He didn’t mind the marsh himself, but the hard pact dirt did make life easier, even he had to admit. “Better?” he asked, twirling to face the rogue. “ShadowClan isn’t all ugly.” he winked, bouncing along the usual pep in his step. Their fight was certainly nothing more than a dull ache, perhaps it would even be fully healed by tomorrow’s moonrise. A frown tugged at his maw, rogues weren’t welcome on ShadowClan territory, and while their encounter had been brief, Nettleweaver had greatly enjoyed his company. As his mismatched gaze flitted beneath the tree tops that frown only grew, the sickle of the moon was visible. His clanmates would be waking soon, perhaps already on patrol. Perhaps there wouldn’t be any hiding from nonexistent hail storms tonight.

dice roll bc i can’t leave this page and i’m not sure if this is required for a pre planned topic

The warrior sniffed the air, dreading the scent of home in the wind. Tonight it seemed Leopardstar and Sablestrike were feeling lax. Maybe they just didn’t want to over hunt a certain area. Whatever the case, Nettleweaver let out a happy chirrup at their negligence, now he could indulge himself more.

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Asmodeus followed after his new friend, not minding the minor wounds left on him from their playful tussle earlier. He wanted to share in the love of Shadowclan's territory with Nettleweaver... but something about his paws slipping and sliding on the wet earth every few steps made it hard to do so. He was no Shadowclan cat, there was painfully obvious. It wasn't long before he purposefully stepped in higher parts of the ground, actively looking for something that might resemble tufts of grass among the mud and the fallen leaves from seasons passed.

"I'm sure it will be very lovely, where ever you're taking me. Whenever we get there." He said with another grunt as his paw slipped. How did anyone walk on this? Asmodeus nearly ran into Nettleweaver, having been paying such close attention to where his paws were going. It was then he realized, with a slightly disgusted expression, that Nettleweaver was talking about here.

If this is pretty to a Shadowclan cat... I dread the day I discover what is revolting to them. He kept that thought to himself at least. He spotted a root that formed a fork in the ground above the mud. He wasted no time stepping over to it and stood on it, thankful to feel at least something solid under his paws. "Well..." He said with a sigh of relief before his dark amber and bright yellow eye landed back on Nettleweaver. "I certainly enjoyed our game in the trash pile more, but if this is what makes you happy, I won't dampen the mood." He flashed a grin, though if this place got anymore damp it may as well have been the river.