hello there (tagged)

[Vinepool]

Adderstripe stalked in to camp after his late after noon nap. He yawn as he padded through camp searching for something to eat. He spotted a plump vole sitting near the bottom of the pile. He sighed and padded towards a pile and picked it up. He looked around for someone it eat with. He saw a she-cat sitting near the middle of camp. He padded up to her and said," um, My name is adaderstripe, can I sit with you"? He waited for her answer.

ooc: hey, carot

tags: Carotius

[Carotius]

Tags: Vinepool
OOC: Pardon my delayed replies now and then ^^;; And hi, sorry that Blueshade's being an ass here XD

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The cooler weather would have been nicer to enjoy if it weren't for the reduced availability of prey that scuttles above-ground. Blueshade had tried to hunt as much as possible with the patrol, but it seemed they'd gone out at the wrong time; their hunt took them along the Dead Woods where prey was normally plentiful but that moment, they all seemed to have scattered. The patrol only managed to bring back two mice and a small finch.

Grooming her plumed tail, the she-cat's ears perked up when someone approached her. Standing before her with a vole hanging from his teeth was a long-furred dark brown tom, the only markings on him appearing to be that single white stripe along his back, and those big ears and amber eyes. What did he say his name was? Adder...stripe? Well, that was his introduction. And he was asking for permission to sit with her.

Narrowing her green eyes, Blueshade nodded curtly without a word. She wasn't going to waste time and breath on words if she didn't intend on knowing all the names of her Clanmates. There were just too many of them. So, fine, this one was Adderstripe. What was his business to want to sit with her instead of the myriad of other felines in the clearing was a plain mystery to her, but she said nothing. She continued grooming.

[Vinepool]

Adderstripe growled and muttered," thanks". He thought she doesn't know who she is messing with He looked down at her prey and pull it away and traded it for his small, skinny bird. He looked hungrily at the fat vole that had just been the she-cat's. She ate it hungrily and then looked up and said," um, I asked you before What's your name". He narrowed his eyes and waited for her answer".

ooc: haha, he fights fire with fire

[Carotius]

OOC: Sorry if the post ends up being short.

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Blueshade would have liked to give the tom a withering glare for using the absolutely wrong tone on her. She hated when toms think they could just push anyone around just because they were on the more dominant side; good thing there existed she-cats who were equally as snappish, allowing both genders to have even standing. She, however, would prefer to not give them the satisfaction of knowing she'd been made touchy in any way. Oh no, she'd rather continued to remain quiet and see the metaphorical steam burst out of their ears.

For now, the blue-grey she-cat was going to entertain the tom. "The name's Blueshade. And I think you need to be less of a grouch just because I wordlessly allow you to sit your tail next to mine."