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Post by Squirreltail on Dec 23, 2015 15:41:12 GMT -6
It was finally snowing and Squirreltail regretted her decision to make her way up north. Sure, she'd avoided Fireclan on her journey, Cloudclan forbid that she were to run into a Fireclanner - she was sick and tired of that part of her life. Why did she decide to venture towards Iceclan at a time like this? Probably to die. She was a fit hunter, healthy too, but one thing that the she-cat did not have was a long enough coat to last the season. Yes, she would freeze, and then she would be over. It would bring the ancient cat to her end, and that was what she wanted.
Though she kept her young complexion, she was actually as old as some of the most ancient living cats, seeing a lot of clan history, rivalries, and more. The last time she was here? She killed an Iceclanner, name unknown. It was for a raid, simply to show her place within the rogues and loners. Did she want to kill again? Perhaps, but only when necessary.
At a cliff, she made her camp, somewhat in Iceclan territory. She would prove herself worthy of dying if she got slain by a fellow clan cat, but then again, killing another was against the warrior code. She shook that thought away and caught a blackbird, eating it in her makeshift den. A bit messy it was, but if she were to live here for the season, she would have to remodel and renovate the location soon enough.
'I'll give my marking when I get up from my nap.' she declared, slowly droning off into a slumber, half eaten bird in her paws.
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