pafp MAKE ME CRAZY [skirmish]

[LAKEMOON]

✵ ღ ☾ IT TOOK ME BY SURPRISE - It was a relief to shed those gloomy marshlands for the sun, despite the humidity that clung to the air, Azalea still felt herself breathing in the scent of the more open land, and relishing the dry ground beneath her paws.
She had promised to stick close the the patrol today, but still she found herself taking the unofficial lead eventually, before straying off completely. Slipping between hedges to take a look around on her own.
The faint scent of pine dwindled in the breeze, though much more tame then it was when she had actually been in the territory, she took a moment to herself to enjoy that, too.
The faint bubbling of a stream quickly captured her attention as her throat went dry, and she quickly sought it out.
It wouldn’t be until the scent of another brushed by her senses that she would quickly raise her head, catching herself wondering if she was about to meet that pretty tortoiseshell again. She only entertained that forsaken thought for a heart beat.
The cat in front of her was black with chocolate freckles along their coat. With a pitiful stance.
Quickly Azalea’s maw crinkled in a snarl, bearing razor teeth as her ears flattened against her skull. ❝ Kittypet wander too far? ❞ She taunted, her tail flicking. Briar had given them the go, and while Azalea tended to prefer other methods of malice, in this particular situation only her claws and fangs would make do to chase this slug-belly off.
❝ Speech. ❞

THE HATRED IN HER EYES​

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[Terry]

Terry ✧ They/Them ✧ Pine Group. ░░░░░░░░░░░░░
It was abnormal for the black and brown freckled cat to be out on their own. They had been coming from their twolegs nest to that of the group they had found not too long ago. Having followed their sibling to this group on a faithful day and now seemed to be drawn back every single time. It was like they couldn't wait to join the group and see what the day had for them, but at the same time they feared the idea. A lot of fights have been happening with the Pine Group and the Marsh Group, and the thought of hurting someone terrified them.

They would much rather be in camp helping build it, finding food or something other than fighting. Terry was too afraid of their own shadow to be able to do much of anything during a fight, besides flee of course. Yet it seemed like the day had other plans for them as they moved along the forest floor, their belly close to the ground as they skittered along. Green and yellow eyes wide with fear as they soon realized they weren't in the same tall oak trees as he was yesterday. This is what they got for leaving without their sibling; they got lost.

Terry could feel the panic start to raise in their chest, their breathing hitching and heaving as they looked around. Crouching low to the ground, looking for something familiar to tell them they were going the right way, but finding nothing of the sort. Then a wet scent brushed their nose and they froze in fear, eyes widening as they turned their head as this cat came from the brush.

A Marsh Group cat.

Fear gripped their chest tightly, making breathing harder and harder with each intake. Terry could feel himself grow hot as their pelt bristled in response to their fear and they backed up while low to the ground, "M-Maybe," Came the stuttering response of the fearful cat.​