𝗶𝗺 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗲𝘃𝗶𝗹𝘀 𝗮𝗱𝘃𝗼𝗰𝗮𝘁𝗲, 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗱𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗵𝗮𝗹𝗳 𝗼𝗳 𝗶𝘁.
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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...
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hollyhockfang glanced over his shoulder, and jerked his body in his nest. he scrambled to his paws before cautiously tip-toeing over the slumbering bodies of his clan-mates.
the den was deathly quiet, the only noise being the soft snorts or momentary whimpers from dreaming felines.
the winter chill nipped at his pelt as he approached sweetsun's nest. she was tightly bundled up in her bed of moss and leaves.
❝ sweetsun, ❞ he whispered with his nose pressed deep into her fur. his whiskers twitched, unsure if she would be upset at him for interrupting her sleep. after all, she did have a busy day with a border patrol with milkfang, and a pawful of other cats.
the she-cat raised her head sleepily and blinked her eyes. ❝ what is it? what's wrong? ❞ she whispered with a sense of urgency to her hushed tone, and her eyes danced around the warriors den.
she drew in a relaxed breath.
❝ can't sleep, ❞ hollyhockfang confessed. he sat down beside her and shuffled his paws. ❝ was gonna ask if you wanted to go and hunt quickly? ❞
she hesitated at first, eyeing the dew-drops that laced the grass outside, and the biting cold wind that seeped into the warriors den. ❝ sure. maybe we can find a fat rabbit or a juicy bird, ❞
