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SOOTSTAR ♀ |
| With her favorite piece of prey at her paws and her teeth sinking into its flesh, the tastes of the swampland floods her senses. She had left her birthplace a full cycle of the seasons ago, she had left the place her parents were buried, the place she made her first friend, the place she had learned she was having her first litter in. It was seldom Sootstar’s heart tugs, but today it does. Not even for the marsh colony, not for Briar, not for Flint, not even for Tigerfrost’s sparring matches, but for the land itself. It’s been a long time since she’s traversed the marshland freely, feeling the soggy earth squish underneath her paws, the musty breeze filling her nose and running through her fur. Yet, that place that she use to call home had its faults. Those faults outshone the scarce delights it had given her. The moors provide her with everything she could’ve ever wanted. Here she could run on soil that did not falter beneath her paws, she could feel the breeze rush through her fur without wrinkling her nose at it’s putrid scent. In the marshland she was a soldier, another bee in the hive. In the moors she was a queen and no one in the forest dared not to know her name. The texture of bumpy-scales was enough reminder of the marshes she grew up in, and in this moment? A paw pushes the lightly-eaten toad away. She’s not sure how much she likes the taste of it anymore. 
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