a damp mist hung heavily in the air, a golden furred tom—cat meandered through the swampy territory, with a glum expression set upon his maw. mud squelched under—paw with every heavy, yet graceful, stride the deputy took. behind him, hollyhockpaw and sweetpaw trailed with a pip on their step.
the young tom 'paw had begged and insisted mothroar in allowing sweetpaw to tag along with them. mothroar could envision it all now: the tom's gleeful grin and enlarged, rounded and, almost shiny, kit—like eyes as he hounded him about sweetpaw having healed, meaning she was capable of patrolling with them.
of course, mothroar caved: otherwise sweetpaw would remain in a bundle in her nest back at camp.
suddenly, hollyhockpaw's eyes widened as he caught a whiff of something unfamiliar. his nose twitched, and without a moment's hesitation, he veered off the trail and disappeared into a dense thicket. both mothroar and sweetpaw exchanged a glance of concern, their heartbeats quickening.
and, moments later, they heard a scuffle, followed by a yelp of surprise. mothroar raced forward, his instincts kicking in, with sweetpaw hobbling close behind.
the both of them emerged from the thicket to find hollyhockpaw engaged in a playful tussle with a young otter. the sleek creature was a stunning contrast to the dull, swampy surroundings, its greasy fur glistening with droplets of water. it seemed unphased by the sudden intrusion and merely swam in playful circles around the tom—cat, chirping merrily.
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𝗗𝗘𝗩𝗜𝗟𝗦 𝗔𝗗𝗩𝗢𝗖𝗔𝗧𝗘 ━━ an original story
Fanfic𝗶𝗺 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗲𝘃𝗶𝗹𝘀 𝗮𝗱𝘃𝗼𝗰𝗮𝘁𝗲, 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗱𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗵𝗮𝗹𝗳 𝗼𝗳 𝗶𝘁. ━━━━━━━━ abandoned as a helpless kit and left to the mercy of the wild, hollyhockfang's early life was marked by solitude and struggle. found and nurtur...