Coyotegrin stood on top of the crest of the camp, her face set in a determined grimace. Dirt clung to her pelt and gently blew off in the wind. Next to her was something simple, but ingenious. To her, anyway. A hole. Just deeper than the length of a cat with outstretched paws. Not deadly, but troublesome. Earlier in the day she had asked multiple cats to come meet her at sun high in this very spot. If they didn't come, so be it. She'd do it herself.
Luckily for her, she wouldn't be completely alone. Right at sun high, Kestrelchirp exited the camp and quickly headed to his mother. "Mother, what's this?" He asked with curiosity, flicking his tail to the hole she stood next to.
"A hole. I'll explain more when everyone arrives." Coyotegrin replied simply with a nod coming from her son.
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Astra inclinant...
.: Coyotegrin :: Kestrelchirp :: Quailprowler : Singedfox :.
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WC T5 Warrior : WC T3 Warrior : TC T2 Warrior : SC T1 Warrior (Perma-NPC)
"When there's nothing left to burn, you have to set yourself on fire."