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Kodiene

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May 4 2018, 09:11 AM
He was close. Closer than he needed to be, for sure, but that was because he still needed to eat. And despite what he might tell the children, there were nights where he would wait hungry. Sleep cold. It was no life, but that would hopefully change soon. So he paused, waiting in the river reeds, looking for movement, anything, in the water. There had to be fish around. But nothing came, and his patience grew stale.

He'd been about to stand up when he caught another scent on the slight breeze. Not much, but there was enough there that he dropped down into the crouch again, hoping to stay camouflaged in the brush. Not the time to pick a fight, that was for damn sure.
Apr 27 2018, 01:46 PM
It was a time for rest. The heat was on him, so even if he wanted to go make another kill - which, in all fairness, he didn't want to at the moment - he couldn't get back with the same easy route he'd always taken. They'd know his tendency to come up through the river, which meant he was gonna need to find a new route. Fuckers.

Six had an easy escape to the north, at the very least. If they were smart, which Riverclan at least didn't seem to be, they wouldn't have followed him this far. And if they did, they were travelling light and fast, which meant that he'd hear them coming. Or at least, he hoped he did. Overall, it was time for a break. At the least, he had time to take a nap without hiding up in a tree. So that was exactly what he did, curling up on a rock, basking in the sun.

He wasn't quite asleep, more dozing, but the rock jutted out over a ledge, the rocky hill more peaceful than any forest he'd known. The call of birds was faint, echoing, with the occasional flutter of wings passing by, and there was actually a goat grazing downhill. Worst came to worst, if that thing got spooked, he'd be on guard. But the battle-scarred tabby wasn't too worried about it, outside the clan's territory his enemies were few and far between.
Apr 2 2018, 08:03 PM
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ENEMIES SURROUND ME BUT THE WORST APPEAR AS FRIENDS
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Downside was he couldn't see or smell either. But that was fine. He was a hunter, after all, and he'd make do. He had that great ol' sixth sense of his, something that alerted him to the presence of another. He was keen on not being discovered quite so easily. So he held position, letting the water coat his fur with mud, holding still as he waited for whoever it was to come into sight.

Let the hunt begin.
Jan 8 2018, 12:33 AM
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ENEMIES SURROUND ME BUT THE WORST APPEAR AS FRIENDS
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Burning green eyes trailing mystic fire in the darkness, Six kept his eyes and ears alert for danger as he began his intrusion, nose perked to see if he could catch an upwind patrol while he moved, keeping to the shadows and moving with the wind. Hell had come early this year.
Nov 6 2017, 10:38 PM
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WHO WAS RIPPED FROM THE EARTH
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Six was a big cat. Not to say he was a lion or tiger, he was just a very hefty feline for what he was. And he had no fear even now, cutting back through Riverclan's land. He carried a light to him, and the land grew still as he turned, snapping up a vole that had scurried across his path. He would sit to eat here, while he could.
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