Written in the Stars

REDFANG
he/him • nightclan warrior

The air was warm and balmy, a fair bit more mild than the sweltering heat the swamp had earned from the Greenleaf season. Sunbeams mercilessly pierced the overgrown canopy regardless of the temperature and lit up the green waters rippling below. With the passive breeze came the gentle flow of the river on whose banks prey creatures scurried to and fro to quench their thirst in the safer pockets of the delta. Easy hunting for the knowing warrior.

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Redfang had been snoozing in camp that morning, a bit late in the morning he had to admit, but it couldn't be helped with his sister’s body draped across his. When she was asleep, Pinkfish was leaden, and to make matters worse, it appeared the cream warrior had been a little too rough on one of legs. Thus it had easily become an excuse for her to exploit him with, despite the fact she refused to go to Paletongue about it. Mouse-heart.

He had been pulled from his slow death by Duskracer summoning him to a hunting patrol, and for once Redfang thanked Starclan for his obligations. He had been paired up with a slightly older warrior, a standoffish dark tabby queen. Weaselfrost, he recalled her name being, but as a nearly brand-new warrior, Redfang hadn’t really interacted with her before.

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Formalities seemed to suit him well as the pair of warriors had made their way to the Murky Swamps with little issue and little conversation. The young tabby was usually pretty laid-back, but that didn’t mean he was blind to the comforts of others. He was just fine with keeping the peace if that’s how his clanmate rolled. Instead focusing his attention to the hunt by tasting the air, he slowed his calm steps to a natural stop. The faint sound of running water could be detected over the usual droning of cicada crying and Redfang silently twitched his silky tail before ducking off stealthily in the direction of the river’s berth.

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