- Jan 4, 2024
- 128
- 37
- 28
The lush scenery grows more colorful with each passing day... the leaves dark, flee their homes to float listlessly down to the forest floor... and then ultimately slumber. Only to be kicked up by the parade of paws that come trouncing down the path. Today was perfectly normal in most senses... just a leaf-fall afternoon surrounded by clan-mates preparing for the inevitable freeze on the horizon. What could they do but hope for the best and continue their routines? Doepath struggles to remember the last winter she'd endured... Shrouded by a healthy dose of fear, an exhausted mother struggling to make sure they remained fed... and then.... Fallow disappearing into the frost.
The glimmering of an odd light in the distance summons her interest... she'd grown quite familiar with these trails, needing to in order to prevent tripping at any slightest rise of the dirt. These were not apart of the typical ambiance... "What is that," she asked, turning towards her patrol-mates with far better sight than her own. Her nose scrunches in an effort to get a taste of the breeze, wondering if it might be some odd creature she'd never encountered before... There's nothing meaty about the scent... instead... a warm, ashy note. Is that... a fire? Her face falls into a confused frown, slowly creeping closer with her tail tucked low out of nervousness. "Do you think it's dangerous?"
What eludes her memory and does not come together neatly in her blurry vision... are a host of pumpkins, gouged of their shells to mimic different shapes. Some remain with candles alight though others, extinguished by a wayward breeze and hollow... a nice hiding spot for a mouse maybe.
The glimmering of an odd light in the distance summons her interest... she'd grown quite familiar with these trails, needing to in order to prevent tripping at any slightest rise of the dirt. These were not apart of the typical ambiance... "What is that," she asked, turning towards her patrol-mates with far better sight than her own. Her nose scrunches in an effort to get a taste of the breeze, wondering if it might be some odd creature she'd never encountered before... There's nothing meaty about the scent... instead... a warm, ashy note. Is that... a fire? Her face falls into a confused frown, slowly creeping closer with her tail tucked low out of nervousness. "Do you think it's dangerous?"
What eludes her memory and does not come together neatly in her blurry vision... are a host of pumpkins, gouged of their shells to mimic different shapes. Some remain with candles alight though others, extinguished by a wayward breeze and hollow... a nice hiding spot for a mouse maybe.
-
group 7: carved pumpkins
@Meadowpaw @vixencrown @WOLFPAW
-
DOEPATH
fourteen month old warrior of thunderclan
she/her fawn sepia with low white and yellow eyes