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Backdated to Leaf-bare 11 The sun peeks out over the horizon, promising a rare day of beauty and sunshine, the freshly fallen snow from the night before glittering in the light, but clouds cover the sky by nightfall.

Adderpool

"I see things no one else sees."

The den stank, a clear warning of danger that Adderpool had every intention of heeding. She was only passing by, really, on her way back to the Hollow where she lived with Hemlock. Just another obstacle to avoid. Rats were prey, and she'd had them enough times in her moons as a TreeClan cat, but in hoards like that? Best to leave them be. She had heard the tales, as had any apprentice, of the ferocity they could attack with, the wounds they could inflict with tooth and claw- rats were meat-eaters too, if they managed to find easy prey.

The scent of another cat didn't give her a reason to stop, at first. There were plenty of loners about, and most tended to keep to themselves. The friendly ones could be amusing now and then, but more often than not, Adderpool preferred not to engage. They might be fun for a short time, but ultimately? None were half as interesting as she'd prefer.

The trail seemed to lead the same way she was going, though, and Adderpool kept her eyes open, gaze fixing on a flicker of motion, the sun flashing off a silver coat. Briefly she considered if it was even worth talking to the cat, wondering if she'd regret it, but even as the thought flickered through her mind she saw him stop; she kept on, and in another minute they were only a couple tail-lengths apart. Adderpool met the cat's eyes- a tom, she could tell, now- and dipped her head in a silent nod of greeting.

♛ 𝔽𝕒𝕓𝕣𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 || Notes

[♛ 𝔽𝕒𝕓𝕣𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟]

when the fox hears the rabbit scream

he comes a-runnin'

He was not very fond of rats. Disgusting, scavenging little creatures, often thieving whatever food he could scrounge up during the winter months. They were attracted to the scent of decay and death, which meant they often followed not far behind him whenever he ventured out into the forest to hunt. He could sense their presence like a shadow on his pelt, watchful and beady-eyed little beasts. Their scent was much more pungent here, near this odd-looking little den overgrown with ivy and other creepers. His golden eyes studied it from a distance, narrowing in distaste. He could smell them from up here, their scent offensive and repugnant. He was growing rather hungry, but not quite hungry enough yet to resort to eating rats. Besides, there were plumper, more rewarding rats to be found. White-tipped tail twitching, he turned his gaze away and reminded himself to avoid this area.

That when he realised he wasn't alone. A tortoiseshell feline stood not far away from him among the snow, her black and orange pelt stark against the white backdrop. She dipped her head in greeting, a polite and respectful gesture that he appreciated. His tail waved in response, wading closer through the snow. "Hello. Can I help you?" He offered, his cream and grey fur ruffling in the slight breeze. The dazzling sunlight that flitted down through the snow-laden trees lit up the small little clearing between them, and he found himself stepping further into the sun to try and warm up his chilled pelt.

but not to help

Oleander

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