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Biolar
woodtail
POSTS :: 4
Played By :: apart
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BORN :: 17th of September, 2017
CLASS :: forager
GENDER :: agender
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VIT :: 5/5
INT :: 0
STR :: 0
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PER :: 2
DEX :: 1
CON :: -1
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Post by Biolar on Nov 1, 2017 8:50:20 GMT -5
[googlefont="Fredericka the Great"] It was early in the day, and cold dewdrops still hung upon the blades of grass. Biolar heaved breath after breath, watching as their heavy breathing cast faint trails through the chilly morning air. They had grown impatient, dashing ahead of the delegation of foragers towards the creek. Biolar pricked their ears, alert for predators, but the only sound was the gentle gurgle of the steam. They had sat by the base of a small mound in order to regain their breath, but now they scrambled upwards, and gazed at what lay all around. Behind them, the foragers could be seen. The group moved at a fleeter pace than the youth had given it credit for. Biolar began to feel a bit guilty for running ahead, and turned their head away from the other foragers. From here, they could see the Creek with Sweet Water. Its calm, reflective surface- mercifully unfrozen -seemed to promise a catch of minnows. Biolar felt drawn to the water, but forced themself to wait for at least one another member of the foraging group to turn up.
Last Edit: Nov 1, 2017 11:50:14 GMT -5 by Biolar
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Wheft
whitefoot
POSTS :: 9
Played By :: Adagio
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BORN :: 07.07.17
CLASS :: scout
GENDER :: fluid
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VIT :: 5/5
INT :: 0
STR :: -1
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PER :: 1
DEX :: 2
CON :: 0
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Post by Wheft on Nov 4, 2017 17:32:58 GMT -5
Wheft enjoyed watch shifts by the creek, although they were not particularly... Thrilling. Most things in her life were not, however. Every mouse in the colony blabbed about how the world was so dangerous and wild, but the scruffy Whitefoot personally felt it could really use more color. She'd been sent ahead of a foraging crew to ensure their safety while they gathered up minnows to salt and dry for the winter.
Forage crew watches usually meant running far ahead and then giving regular calls to signal the all-clear, but wait - there were footsteps approaching already? From her hiding place in the lee of a rock, Wheft turned bright eyes to watch one of the foragers already approaching. Huh. There hadn't been any sign of danger here, but perhaps the foragers were pursued? With a quick glance to the sky, Wheft scuttled from her place to approach the forager. Barkbutt! Where's your crew? the scout woofed, scuttling up on careful feet. Her tone might've come across as urgent to the inattentive ear, but there was a hint of excitement to it. Something exciting to do!
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