- Sep 5, 2023
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She's gonna see her brother today. Her brother, and for a little bit, Pinkpaw didn't think she had one of those. She had sisters... and then she had a big sister, staying a secret in horseplace. And then she had a big brother too! One with a white coat like Heavy Snow's and who liked to smile just like her. And for some reason he wasn't in WindClan... Pinkpaw thinks its weird, how much kin they had not in WindClan, for some reason.
" Where is he? Where is he? " she squeals, searching the clearing for someone that fit the description. The darkness cast weird shadows, like... was that a grey cat, or actually a white one when the sun was high? " Do you think he'll like us? Is he excited? " How did he and Brightshine talk, while he was somewhere else? Did they whisper messages through the trees? Tweet at birds, and then they tweeted it right back at them? There were few cats that could be him... fewer that weren't Heavy Snow or one of RiverClan's Medicine Cats. Closer, they're creeping to a suspicious white coat. Pinkpaw scrutinizes him. She needs a peek of his face for absolute, proof
" AHHHHHHHH! " she immediately screams upon seeing it. Her scream could be louder, to be clear, but it's good that it isn't because it's less likely to turn heads that way. Really, she's exuding a lot of self control! His smile is totally squishing the rest of his face, and not in the normal good way, but in an, I'm-way-too-huge-and-there's-no-room-please-make-room, I'm-gonna-have-to-shove-everything-else-outta-the-way-to-make-space way. And his eyeballs look so uncomfortable, which she didn't know was possible, and he's just... um... like...
She's silent as she observes all of this, watching him with a small ( but blank ) smile. As if suddenly remembering why they're here, she asks politely, " Are you Mallowlark? " And then, " Doesn't your face hurt? " She'd like to know regardless of if he was Mallowlark or not.
" Where is he? Where is he? " she squeals, searching the clearing for someone that fit the description. The darkness cast weird shadows, like... was that a grey cat, or actually a white one when the sun was high? " Do you think he'll like us? Is he excited? " How did he and Brightshine talk, while he was somewhere else? Did they whisper messages through the trees? Tweet at birds, and then they tweeted it right back at them? There were few cats that could be him... fewer that weren't Heavy Snow or one of RiverClan's Medicine Cats. Closer, they're creeping to a suspicious white coat. Pinkpaw scrutinizes him. She needs a peek of his face for absolute, proof
" AHHHHHHHH! " she immediately screams upon seeing it. Her scream could be louder, to be clear, but it's good that it isn't because it's less likely to turn heads that way. Really, she's exuding a lot of self control! His smile is totally squishing the rest of his face, and not in the normal good way, but in an, I'm-way-too-huge-and-there's-no-room-please-make-room, I'm-gonna-have-to-shove-everything-else-outta-the-way-to-make-space way. And his eyeballs look so uncomfortable, which she didn't know was possible, and he's just... um... like...
She's silent as she observes all of this, watching him with a small ( but blank ) smile. As if suddenly remembering why they're here, she asks politely, " Are you Mallowlark? " And then, " Doesn't your face hurt? " She'd like to know regardless of if he was Mallowlark or not.