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BONERIPPLE
Guest
A small amount of time has passed. She has tried to feel more at home here despite the looks and some that don't even want to acknowledge her presence. It's okay, she's used to that. There are friendly faces she can talk to, some that are encoursging and for that she is grateful. The molly has yet to attempt to swim for it is too cold but she plans on learning. Plans on mixing what she knows with what any Riverclanner can teach her. After all some of them were once marsh cats. Some were pine and though it makss her uneasy to be around them she has no reason to distrust. At least not completely. Every day her belly swells more and she grows more worried about what the future will hold. Being a mother has never once crossed her mind but then Wolve happened and she knows she loves him. But a family. Is she cut out for it? So many lives she has had in her paws before and they have died. So many names written down upon a scroll of death and she the writter. It hurts. But she played the part that Starclan gave her. Played what they wanted. Hell she had even believed that it was all real. That it was her destiny.
Isn't she naive?
Pushing to her long pale limbs the molly shakes herself. Spiky mane along her spine shifting before she sighs a bit. She remembers Cica wanting to talk and she also wants to. Catching up will be nice plus she has nothing to hide from him. They have been friends since they were small and she trusts him. Perhaps more than she trusts her former home. Stepping forward she easily finds Cicadastar's den and she pokes her head through the entrance, blinking those molten hues against the onset of darkness. "Hey Cica.." Her voice is strong yet soft, easily relaxed now that she has had a chance to get settled in. A small hum leaves her throat before she clears it. "You have time to talk, now? I'm finished with figuring out the territory and at the moment I'm not out hunting so..." This is the best time as any.
Isn't she naive?
Pushing to her long pale limbs the molly shakes herself. Spiky mane along her spine shifting before she sighs a bit. She remembers Cica wanting to talk and she also wants to. Catching up will be nice plus she has nothing to hide from him. They have been friends since they were small and she trusts him. Perhaps more than she trusts her former home. Stepping forward she easily finds Cicadastar's den and she pokes her head through the entrance, blinking those molten hues against the onset of darkness. "Hey Cica.." Her voice is strong yet soft, easily relaxed now that she has had a chance to get settled in. A small hum leaves her throat before she clears it. "You have time to talk, now? I'm finished with figuring out the territory and at the moment I'm not out hunting so..." This is the best time as any.