✦ a maiden in a tower needs a knight

[✦Swallow*Sun✦]

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Oh Dear.. Where was she to start? Way back when, when she was snuggled up at home with her collar around her neck and her kibs within her bowl, if things got rough, all Swallowsun had to do was close her eyes and wish it away. But now, sitting in the dark field, her nose all covered in dust and her mouth dry, she had no idea where to begin. She'd been in her new camp for merely a moon. Everything seemed so new. The hierarchy, use of language, and lifestyle was so unlike that of the kittypets. It was fine, as far as she knew. Riverclan was nice enough. Some of the cats treated her like she was a chil- err, kit- while other assumed she knew her way around by now. Not that Swallowsun wasn't knowledgeable and able to figure things out. But this was particularly difficult in her opinion. Might as well give it a shot, though, she had told herself. But now here she was, sitting alone in the dense grass, scared out of her wits. Maybe she was just a wee little kit. Wether or not, she was sure she'd find her way. Even if it killed her- not that she'd particularly like it, but maybe it would be better being in starclan, way up in the sky, rather than down here with unknown smells surrounding her. Maybe it was her punishment for leaving the confines of her home. Whatever it may have been, she accepted it and sat in fear, until perhaps a tom in shining pelt would come and save her... Starclans will be so.

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  Mirio Swallow*Sun: She / Her / Hers; female ~ Demisexual – Rather than being a cat you'd assume was a snob, this primp and proper cat loves socializing and caring for others rather than herself. Born a Kittypet, she abandoned home when the door was left open, tired of a life full of staring out the window. Now, you can find her perched upon her hind legs, picking berries and flowers for homemade wreaths and bouquets~
  
  ~ 36 moons: Deku?helpme xx Kacchan?idkbruh; Thistle, Froppi and Mihi, Littermates: former kp
  ~ A carrot red pelt with patches and spirals of golden yellow. Her fur is soft and silky, and her tail is long and dense. Her ears are large, and her muzzle too, accenting her face with her elongated eyes. Her nose is red and speckles of gold dapple her amber eyes.

  ✦ hopeful*endearing*wistful ' 'catch me telling you twice- your absolutely endearing...' '
  ~she smells like lemons
  ~open to any and all interaction ; enemy, crush, kit, whatever <3

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[SHARPPAW]

Sharppaw had completed his training with his mentor for today, planning to return to the camp with their caught fishes while the sun continues to descend from the blazing sky. Although his tracking is terrible that he haven't catch a strange scent from a certain molly on their way back. "Hey, don't worry, it's just us. Are you okay?" His steps halt and Sharppaw realizes it's his mentor who is asking a question to Swallowsun from the side, all alone in the dense grasses, which may be the beast that will devour her the longer she remains there. He snorts at the thought and approaches closer to the molly.

Sharppaw places their kill next to their senior's and flicks an ear. "Are you lost?" It's an inquiry that is blunt in contrast to their gray tabby mentor's kinder side. Their focus flickers across the surrounding to ensure there aren't any opponents nearby that have been placing Swallowsun in the startled state. Sharppaw doesn't linger over the wondering of what had got her here in the first place. Not that Sharppaw will ever admit out loud to anyone, though, their poor sense of direction often gets them lost more often than they should. The lack of sense to catch scents doesn't help either. It's frustrating.

Hence, there is a silent understanding in Swallowsun's current position behind his cold demeanour. "The camp isn't too far from here. We should head back quickly." With leaffall becoming part of time, the sun is quicker to die with the darkness casting over the world much sooner. Being out here alone as far from sanctuary without much to work with will only be akin to being on the lonely path of inevitable death. While he and his mentor waits for Swallowsun to react accordingly, Sharppaw carries his fish once more, still mindful of their dark surrounding that can break apart into blood and gore.
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