Post by [Acro.] on Apr 1, 2015 11:48:59 GMT -5
"I've heard about them but where Sunsetclan is we don't really get forest animals, mostly sea life like seals or otters."
The tom's ears grew warm and he looked away, pretending to be more interested in watching where the deer had gone. Copperbreeze... he knew a lot of things. He was an intelligent cat.
...but he did not know what Wildpaw meant when she said "seals," and he did not want her to discover this ignorance.
What in StarClan's name was a seal?
What else could be living in that sea besides otters and fish??
"Are you up for another walk around?"
Hm?
The tom's attention came back to her and he tilted his head. Another walk? To where? What did she need him to go with her for?
"If we get split up for whatever reason we should find a spot or two to meet at. Plus, I want you to move your shoulder some more."
Ah.
Pausing for just a moment to take another quick bite of his mouse, Copperbreeze swept his eyes around their small clearing, flicking his tail thoughtfully as he licked prey off of his muzzle. Then he dropped his gaze to his shoulder, frowning, but shrugged (one-sided) for Wildpaw. "Sure," he remarked, tone flat while he pushed himself to stand. At first, half a moon ago, that small action would have been excruciating, but he could do it now with little-to-no pain, as long as he was mindful of his weight distribution. Sometimes he would sit and find himself realizing he would probably be entirely equipped, and physically prepared, should he ever lose his right foreleg to some tragedy. He was used to it being useless, so would losing it be so much different? At least if it was gone he wouldn't accidentally move or bump it--at least it wouldn't just be in the way. "You've seen more of this place," he commented, eyes back on Wildpaw, his tail flicking to indicate that he was ready to go. "Did you have some spots in mind?"