06-19-2018, 07:04 PM
[color=#687384]❝THE PRICE OF MY WARS NOT THE PRICE THEY'RE WILLING TO PAY❞
To call himself deputy was something weird on it's own, the feeling of having that title was something he wasn't used to. He knew he would have to take a bit to get used to sorting things like patrols and whatnot, but for now he would be at peace to know that he would have a lot of long moons ahead of him to get used to that sort of thing. Out of his thoughts and worries, Crookedmouth would begin to make his way out of the camp, slipping through the amount of cats that were roaming inside. He slipped through the entrance and began to pad towards the sunningrocks where his paws would help him keep balance as he leap across them. As much as he enjoyed swimming, the tom didn't particularly favor getting his pelt soaked every day. There were those days where he preferred to stay dry and on land. Crookedmouth landed to the other side of the sunningrocks, careful not to slip backwards on the slippery blades of grass that lied underneath his paws. Good, now he could finally start making his way to the river. Looking over his shoulder at the camp for a moment, the tom turned his head and began to dash through the forest, small paws pounding against the forest floor with ease.
The forest hadn't been as dense as ThunderClan's, providing just enough protection but not so much that it would become a burden. His paws came crashing down on sticks and twigs beneath them up until he got to the largest section of the river where his paws would skid to a stop right before the riverbank. Sure, he should be hunting for the clan first before eating himself, but he couldn't help but yearn for the juicy taste of eel. The tom moved over to the bank to hover to the point where he could see his own reflection in the water along with the shadowy frames of fish that would pass by. Upon seeing the shadow of a long fish, the tom splashed his paw into the water roughly, kicking up the water and shooting the eel out of it. Perfect. He turned to the eel that had begun squirming on the riverbank, ready to sink his jaws in, but he pushed back his head and then looked away. No. He didn't want to be the one to break the warrior code. Kits, Queens, and Elders had to eat first, not him. He sighed and moved his jaws to latch onto the back of the neck of the eel, killing it within his grasp. Moving away from it, he turned his attention back to the riverbank and hovered over once more to watch the shadowed figures.
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