Oh no! Poor thing! Are they really so lacking in prey that they have kits running around drooling and begging for scraps? Chickadeepaw feels horrified - both at the realization and at herself for her inability to notice just how in dire straits they were until it was staring at her in the face...
Voices outside the apprentices' den catch her attention. Chickadeepaw peeks her head out, curiosity swimming in her blue gaze. It's almost an interrogation, with pieces of praise and worry slipped into the conversation. A frown threatens to form along her white maw. She watches for a few more...
xix. the sun
chickadeepaw
GENERAL ⤸
chickadeepaw
↳ optional notes
6 moons ― aging rate
↳ birthday ― created DATE
mtf trans female ― she/her
shadowclan ― apprentice
↳ mentored by badgersmudge
RELATIONSHIPS ⤸
npc xx npc [g1]
bisexual biromantic ― single ― no crushes ― ½ of nothing
APPEARANCE ⤸...
FLOWER PETALS AND FEATHERS TETHER ME TO THE GROUND
✾ ― chickadeepaw / shadowclan / tags ◜*◞ *◝ pound for pound ― ✾
FLOWER PETALS AND FEATHERS TETHER ME TO THE GROUND
✾ ― chickadeepaw / shadowclan / tags ◜*◞ *◝ pound for pound ― ✾
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