~A Wisp of Sand~ a a desert cat tribe rp

Mongoose watched the still thunderer quietly. I knew it.. nature is cruel, even to the innocent. She thought, turning her head away to tiredly lick her soaked coat. Dart stared down. It's dead.. he thought, feeling a strange sadness, one that was not his own. But that sadness soon mingled with the thumping of his heart, Beaton stronger and stronger until his body felt as strong as a thunder. This is what it means to be in the thunderer tribe.
 
I wonder if we could eat the Thunderer calf... Pebble wondered, then quickly shook away the idea. No! Definitely not. I could probably get exiled for even suggesting that. She sniffed the air, smelling the death-scent of the calf. She shuddered, ashamed to have even thought about eating it.
 

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