- Feb 9, 2023
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One skill she's gained with being Wolfsong's apprentice is deciphering important petals from not-so-important ones. At least, she thinks it's a well-honed skill, but surely there is always room for error. Regardless, Cottonfang makes quick work of short free time and gathers the few blooms she can find amidst the snowy landscape (which, in truth, is not much at all) just to weave them on the inner sides of the gorse wall. The scent from the deserters had become... sour, as of late, though perhaps that's simply the spilled blood not cleaning up as well as they'd thought. She hopes that the (quickly withering) flowers will make something of a difference.
She spots a space higher in the gorse wall, however with her short stature, Cottonfang struggles to reach it without snagging herself on the thorns. She turns her gaze inwards, towards the camp center, and gingerly waves a cat over, "Hey!" she calls, "Can y'help me over here really fast?"
[ feel free to have ur cat be the one she's beckoning :3c ]
She spots a space higher in the gorse wall, however with her short stature, Cottonfang struggles to reach it without snagging herself on the thorns. She turns her gaze inwards, towards the camp center, and gingerly waves a cat over, "Hey!" she calls, "Can y'help me over here really fast?"
[ feel free to have ur cat be the one she's beckoning :3c ]