private 6AM IN TORONTO [WILLOWROOT]

She felt a heavy burden on her heart due to Magpiepaw's death, and even when her appetite was already diminished, she could barely bring herself to eat. Her chambray gaze shifts towards the rivers and she stares for a moment, dreading the future of her children (what if they faced the same fate as they did?) Crescent claws flex, tearing and digging into the sand as tears threaten to spill as she purses her lips. Ever since Magpiepaw got around Midnightpaw, they had changed for the worse and everyone close to Midnightpaw died. It was evident that the tortoiseshell was a monster, a curse to anyone and everyone around her.

A crunching of steps catches her attention as her gaze shifts towards the noise. ”Ah... Willowroot,” Gladefrost murmurs in greeting as she offers a weak smile, her plumed tail loosely wrapping around her plump midsection. Did the former lead warrior wish to inquire something to her or something else? She assumes the other to be her friend, just as she is the godmother to Robinheart's children as she is the aunt to the bundle of three. Her paws tuck under her chest as she offers the warrior some sitting room, knowing that her size (including her stomach took up some space). ”How are you?”

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