Post by Cherriclaw on Jun 9, 2013 11:15:20 GMT -4
Digit combed the streets, looking for food, for company, for anything familiar. BloodClan, though a former home for him, it was, seemed to have upped and left, or at least many of its members had, perhaps off to to a huge battle. Despite his reasons for leaving, he still had friends in BloodClan and meant to follow them. If they moved and he went with them, the rogues could no longer find him and give him more reason to fear the streets.
Lev, however, wouldn't go with him. His baby brother had too much here for him and he knew there was nothing he could do to make his strange kin give up the hat and cream for roadkill and studded collars. Not that he would put his baby brother in that kind of danger. Lev was too fragile, in his opinion, too soft. He may act sneaky and conniving but Digit knew when the other cat was stalking him by sound alone. No, Lev would be killed in an instant.
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(Not sure why I posted this, actually. Too much writing to go to waste though.)
Lev, however, wouldn't go with him. His baby brother had too much here for him and he knew there was nothing he could do to make his strange kin give up the hat and cream for roadkill and studded collars. Not that he would put his baby brother in that kind of danger. Lev was too fragile, in his opinion, too soft. He may act sneaky and conniving but Digit knew when the other cat was stalking him by sound alone. No, Lev would be killed in an instant.
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(Not sure why I posted this, actually. Too much writing to go to waste though.)
