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Stormbringer Osprey
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Date: Day 3, Shadow Moon 2020
The air seemed a little chillier with each step, and with each turn of the sun toward its slumber. A storm was surely brewing. If Osprey were to hazard a guess, she would say perhaps tomorrow evening. Yet with the sun only just nearing setting, she had no worry yet of needing to find shelter. So long as she did not find herself caught upon the moorland, she would surely be able to find a place to ride out any heavy snows in a pinch. Even so, she kept herself among the trees, preferring the respite they gave her from the slightly snow-laden breeze.
This forest was...pleasant, she supposed, though the molly lacked a certain interest in pleasantries. The land she had claimed for the moment made for an easy place to defend and, should they expand as Osprey intended, a good place to strengthen the weaker links of her conquerors as well. There was ample enough prey and shelter, with plenty of access to water, and much to her relief, significantly less twoleg contact than the forest she found herself in now.
In fact, even now as she gazed toward the fence raised to her left, a certain feeling of disgust settled in her stomach at the thought of the soft, worthless kittypets that lay within. Fools, they all were, taking scraps from those destructive, furless creatures. One day they may be abandoned, as many she had met were, and they would have none of the skills needed to survive.
Not that Osprey cared. Let them suffer. All the more amusement for her.
Fluffing out her long fur against a particularly icy breeze, Osprey turned away from the twoleg fence with every intention to continue on her way. As much as she would like more intel, the Stormbringer had no intention of lingering in wait for kittypets. She would find her sources deeper in the forest and, hopefully, a meal as well.
47 Moons
Female
Stormbringer of The Conquerors
Date: Day 3, Shadow Moon 2020
The air seemed a little chillier with each step, and with each turn of the sun toward its slumber. A storm was surely brewing. If Osprey were to hazard a guess, she would say perhaps tomorrow evening. Yet with the sun only just nearing setting, she had no worry yet of needing to find shelter. So long as she did not find herself caught upon the moorland, she would surely be able to find a place to ride out any heavy snows in a pinch. Even so, she kept herself among the trees, preferring the respite they gave her from the slightly snow-laden breeze.
This forest was...pleasant, she supposed, though the molly lacked a certain interest in pleasantries. The land she had claimed for the moment made for an easy place to defend and, should they expand as Osprey intended, a good place to strengthen the weaker links of her conquerors as well. There was ample enough prey and shelter, with plenty of access to water, and much to her relief, significantly less twoleg contact than the forest she found herself in now.
In fact, even now as she gazed toward the fence raised to her left, a certain feeling of disgust settled in her stomach at the thought of the soft, worthless kittypets that lay within. Fools, they all were, taking scraps from those destructive, furless creatures. One day they may be abandoned, as many she had met were, and they would have none of the skills needed to survive.
Not that Osprey cared. Let them suffer. All the more amusement for her.
Fluffing out her long fur against a particularly icy breeze, Osprey turned away from the twoleg fence with every intention to continue on her way. As much as she would like more intel, the Stormbringer had no intention of lingering in wait for kittypets. She would find her sources deeper in the forest and, hopefully, a meal as well.
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