𝗮𝘀 𝘀𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗽 𝗮𝘀 𝗰𝗹𝗶𝗳𝗳𝘀 𝗼𝗻 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗰𝗵 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝗱𝘄𝗲𝗹𝗹, 𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗿𝗼𝗰𝗸𝘆 𝗹𝗲𝗱𝗴𝗲𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝗹𝗲𝗮𝗽: 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗮𝘁𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗽𝗲𝗮𝗸.
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high above the world, where the air is thin and the peaks touch the sky, si...
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━━━━ the arrival of peakclan into their territory meant great explorations. patrols trekked the trails along the mountain, venturing high and low as they nosied at the tallest of points, and lowest of valleys that snuggled at the bottom of the mountains.
berrykestrel pounced atop a bird. it had been picking at the stoney ground in search of a morsel of food, or a worm. a loud squawk echoed across the empty and open rocky field and a crunch followed suit, blood tickling the back of his throat as the deputy gulped down the crimson warmth.
it felt refreshing to finally be hunting again, to finally be able to feed on prey. triumphantly, the spotted tom—cat pushed out his chest and stared out at the woodland in the distance, paws eager to taint the forest floor as he barrelled over logs in search of more prey to kill and take back to camp...
