We're going on a kitty hunt
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27th April. 10am. Dampwoods. Optime form. It's kitty hunting tiem! / 383


The mid-morning sun filtered through the dark foliage of the trees, a sweet spring breeze rustling the leaves and bringing fresh scents to Niernans sensitive nose. He inhaled deeply, filtering the multitude of odours that filled his olfactory passages as he tried to find the one scent he was looking for. He caught a faint whiff of the very familiar smell and let his paws take him in the direction of the scent-path.

He picked his way skillfully through the trees, avoiding knobbled roots and low hanging branches with ease. His cyan eyes scanned the forest floor and the low branches, his tan and black ears swivelled constantly, trying to pick up the tiniest of sounds. He placed his paws as carefully as he could, attempting to make as little noise as possible.

Niernan couldn't help thinking over the last few weeks, and how exciting it had alll been; he'd been swept up in all the meetings, new friendships, building and partying. So much so that he had let Ciarans disappearance slide for too long. The cat had only popped into camp a couple of times since they had settled, and no-one had seen him for at least a week. Niernan was worried, at 7 months old Ciaran was still only a kitten. True, the cat could fend for himself and was quite an accomplished hunter, but he was still tiny compared to how big he would be when fully grown.

The young wolf called Ciarans name in low speech; the Maine coon X had taught Nier bits and pieces of the language of animals just as Niernan had taught Ciaran High speech. The growly mewl didn't travel far in the thickly forested area, it wasn't a loud call anyway; Niernan didn't want to adverise his presence too much. He wasn't far from the camp but he was far enough that it would take some time for aid to come. Not that Nier couldn't look after himself, he placed one hand-paw on the skain strapped to his belt, feeling the cold metal and warm leather of the short dagger.

He let a huff of breath escape him and he chuckled to himself, Scaring myself with thoughts like this He mumbled, shaking his head and letting a smirk play at his lips, amused and embarrassed at his foolishness.

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