The future's in your paws. Shape it well.Roleplay in a cat Clan of warriors. Based off the Warriors series by Erin Hunter. Takes place in an AU before the cats in the books existed.
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Padding through the territory and nearing the edge of the border, the plump deputy began to mark his clan's scent markers. He'd decided to take his mind off of things and go on a solo border patrol, and he found it soothing to be able to listen to his own thoughts. The sun rose high into the midday sky and while it was almost Leafbare and the air had begun to grow chilly, the sun's warmth felt good on his brown pelt. Continuing onwards, Molehill came to a stop as a strange scent hit his nose. He hadn't been around dogs too much, but it was a very distinct scent that he couldn't forget. But all the way out here? Dogs usually didn't stray that far from their twolegs, right?
"Hello?" the tom called out, not exactly expecting a response but deciding it was worth a shot.
Lykaios"Unbeknownst to them is the presence of the wraith" -T1 Rogue-
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("Canine Language")
Lykaios didn't usually wander this far into unfamiliar territory alone, but today was an exception. He was tasked with exploring the nearby moor and reporting back to the pack with information on the large group of felines that lived there. There seemed to be several packs throughout the various parts of the forests, but this one was his current focus. And, from what he'd observed, and they didn't even function all too differently from his own family. They operated under the orders of select individuals, and he occasionally observed them hunting small game - sort of like a hunting party might.
Other times, he watched as they patrolled their territory or wandered about leisurely. He hesitated to attack any, of course, as they always travelled in groups and this was, after all, just a scouting mission. Though, he simply couldn't help himself when he saw a lone sharpclaw travelling across the plains. He'd yet to locate their den, but he hoped this one would be kind enough to show him the way. Or, that is, be stupid enough to not realize it was being followed. Naturally, the wind shifted abruptly, dashing any hopes of such a thing. Lykaios cringed inwardly as the sharpclaw stiffened, its muzzle turned upward as it tasted the air suspiciously.
He frowned, but remained in hiding as the feline scanned the tall grasses. He slowed his breathing, waiting for the wind to shift, and allowed his body to fall completely still. Ideally, it would go back whatever it'd been doing so he could continue without further interruption. If not...well. Lykaios flexed his claws. He certainly couldn't risk discovery now.
