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Minkbreeze
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☽ MY MIND IS PLAYING TRICKS ON ME ☾
Minkbreeze sits within the sandy hollow of Windclans' camp, mint green gaze moving slowly over every form and movement as camp life flows before her. So many tragedies, so many whispers of uncertainty. All of it only tugged a small smirk onto the chocolate sepias' darkened maw. She continues with her grooming, seemingly unbothered by the tension that so often plagued this place she had decided to call home. Every lick is precise, her claws unsheathed as she stretches and prepares herself to start the day. Once she is satisfied with her appearance, the molly rises from her nest and moves towards a growing group of her clanmates. Perhaps today would be a hunting day, or maybe she would be given the task to battle train now that the news of Rivers' apparent incoming attacks had been spoken. It made no difference to her, it was getting boring around here anyway. As she approached the group, Minkbreeze would place one of her well-practiced smiles onto her lips, a look that only conveyed warmth and friendliness to any who laid eyes on it, "Well, Well, don't we all look busy." She speaks in that odd, accented voice of hers, "I do hope that ya'll left something for little ol' me to do." The words are said with gentle teasing, because as a clan cat work was never-ending.
She takes a seat beside no one in particular, waiting to see what tasks would be assigned to her today.
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