- Feb 9, 2023
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The news of the missing kittens rubbed Cottonpaw the wrong way. A queen wailing for young that wasn't hers to start... it was painful, yes, but not quite right regardless. She had taken it upon herself to gather a couple warriors and apprentices for a simple herb patrol - one part because it seemed to be the only thing she was good at with her profession, and one part to find the missing kittens (though a part of her wonders what she would even do, if she did find them this far out. What if they were dead?)
Her tail twitches as she pauses, finding a bushel to dig into and rip up. She nods a couple cats to wander ahead, check scent lines and hunt as they please, however she beckons Whitepaw closer, asking, "Can you hold this stalk this way?" of the other she-cat.
Her tail twitches as she pauses, finding a bushel to dig into and rip up. She nods a couple cats to wander ahead, check scent lines and hunt as they please, however she beckons Whitepaw closer, asking, "Can you hold this stalk this way?" of the other she-cat.