05-09-2022, 03:03 PM
[div style="width: 50%; line-height: 14px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"]Admittedly Rainstep had been ahead of the game in terms of stockpiling the kills he had scored from his numerous hunts since arriving to this new territory. With the immense growth of their so-called clan, the tom's worries only intensified, his mind particularly filled with the bothersome thoughts of starvation and outrage. He went on hunting patrols alone several times each day to combat these fearsome ideas and put them to rest, bringing forth a multitude of prey for the clan as his fellow warriors were doing.
His pile had been stashed in a corner of the camp, tucked away for safety but visible enough so that those who were hungry and in need of a meal were free to take from it. There was too much fresh-kill in his stash for Rainstep alone to indulge in, and regardless, he hardly felt as if he could eat a mere morsel of food these days. His appetite was beginning to elude him day by day, but it wasn't as though he felt bothered by it. Yet, at least.
He had made his intentions on his "personal" pile clear, and he would do so again in the presence of Swan and the ever-bitter Canarysong. "I've been keeping a stash of fresh-kill since we came here," he said. "I'll be happy to donate it all. It was never meant to fill my own belly alone, anyway." With that being said, dark-furred tom began collecting the prey from his pile as Swan made his announcement, taking as much as he could in one stride before returning for more.
His pile had been stashed in a corner of the camp, tucked away for safety but visible enough so that those who were hungry and in need of a meal were free to take from it. There was too much fresh-kill in his stash for Rainstep alone to indulge in, and regardless, he hardly felt as if he could eat a mere morsel of food these days. His appetite was beginning to elude him day by day, but it wasn't as though he felt bothered by it. Yet, at least.
He had made his intentions on his "personal" pile clear, and he would do so again in the presence of Swan and the ever-bitter Canarysong. "I've been keeping a stash of fresh-kill since we came here," he said. "I'll be happy to donate it all. It was never meant to fill my own belly alone, anyway." With that being said, dark-furred tom began collecting the prey from his pile as Swan made his announcement, taking as much as he could in one stride before returning for more.
[glow=#3370be,2,300]it is happening again[/glow] — ?
haha rip these goofs