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★ It was two nights after his return as Smogstar did she finally gather the gift she had been slowly putting together before Chilledstar's death. A paw set foot in territory in lone movements, time and time again, a bundle collected of things she knew he liked. Not so much on the flowery side of things- but definitely the fungus end. A small collection of mushrooms was bunded with green vine. Alright, maybe she couldn't resist putting in some white weed-flowers.
A breath left her as she stepped into the ink of camp, keeping to shadows as she pad towards the leader's den. It was just a gift to thank him for saving her life. Saying that in a sentence strung together made it sound like more then that, but it wasn't, was it? She hoped not. She hoped the twinge in her stomach, seeing Mockingbirdcry speak so freely to him didn't mean anything, she was pushing that urge down. She didn't need him, of all cats, to fill that side of her brain. Regardless, she didn't need anyone there.
It was just a gift to say thank you for saving her life. Scalejaw was not a young cat, anymore. She was not here to throw crushes around. This was business. The bundle was placed just outside the mouth of the den, head poking around the corner. "Smogstar?" She questioned, looking for the cat mentioned. Was he within the den? Saying that name still felt wrong, like chewing on the ash of another's bones.
A breath left her as she stepped into the ink of camp, keeping to shadows as she pad towards the leader's den. It was just a gift to thank him for saving her life. Saying that in a sentence strung together made it sound like more then that, but it wasn't, was it? She hoped not. She hoped the twinge in her stomach, seeing Mockingbirdcry speak so freely to him didn't mean anything, she was pushing that urge down. She didn't need him, of all cats, to fill that side of her brain. Regardless, she didn't need anyone there.
It was just a gift to say thank you for saving her life. Scalejaw was not a young cat, anymore. She was not here to throw crushes around. This was business. The bundle was placed just outside the mouth of the den, head poking around the corner. "Smogstar?" She questioned, looking for the cat mentioned. Was he within the den? Saying that name still felt wrong, like chewing on the ash of another's bones.
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// @smogstar
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SCALEJAW 🌧 she/her, warrior of shadowclan, sixty three moons.
★ A SH black/LH blue smoke chimera with glowering orange eyes, tufts of fur that make her look dragon-akin, and scars that she wears with pride. motherly and stern attitude, with a warm streak for clanmates and a cruel streak for enemies.
★ mentoring no one
★ padding after no one / / mother to bonerattle, nightwhisper, and shadefall
★ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
★ penned by dallas ↛ dallasofnines on discord, feel free to dm for plots.