- Feb 23, 2023
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Life moved on, it didn't necessarily wait for her to get her head back in order so she was left grasping futilely at normalcy until it stuck, until she could feel like things made sense again. It had been a long and tiring process but she was mostly back to her juvenile and crude self, maybe a little more boisterous than usual to make up time lost - but the dark she-cat was back to her normal antics of shoving her nose into the business of others and being a tease. Mintshade rose that morning as she did every other morning, stretching and lumbering her way to the freshkill pile to see what it looked like, not caring what tails or limbs she stepped on in her exit of the warrior's den. The lanky black molly yawned, pink tongue curling as she arched her back and shook her pelt out before giving a snort of displeasure at how few rabbits were presented before her - it was a little pathetic actually, their main source of prey and these guys were all slacking. Well, if you wanted something done you had to do it yourself! Though she moved with her usual awkward gait and jerking elegance there was something distinctly different about the she-cat that was blatantly obvious in a way you could not really mistake it for a trick of the light or one's mind playing games. No, it was very clear to any cat with functioning eyes and maybe even to those who might be half-blind.
Her stomach, usually drawn taut to match the rest of her wiry body, was very obviously rounder - looking almost comical on the stick figure of a feline with it soft and plump edges. If she noticed or cared, Mintshade gave no indication, turning to the nearest cat with a crooked smile, "Hey, you want to go see if any rabbits are out nibbling morning dew leaves? Might be a good time to get a few before the sun gets too high." Her whip of a tail lashed behind her, flicking enthusiastically at the prospect of sinking her teeth into a fresh hare.
Life moved on, it didn't necessarily wait for her to get her head back in order so she was left grasping futilely at normalcy until it stuck, until she could feel like things made sense again. It had been a long and tiring process but she was mostly back to her juvenile and crude self, maybe a little more boisterous than usual to make up time lost - but the dark she-cat was back to her normal antics of shoving her nose into the business of others and being a tease. Mintshade rose that morning as she did every other morning, stretching and lumbering her way to the freshkill pile to see what it looked like, not caring what tails or limbs she stepped on in her exit of the warrior's den. The lanky black molly yawned, pink tongue curling as she arched her back and shook her pelt out before giving a snort of displeasure at how few rabbits were presented before her - it was a little pathetic actually, their main source of prey and these guys were all slacking. Well, if you wanted something done you had to do it yourself! Though she moved with her usual awkward gait and jerking elegance there was something distinctly different about the she-cat that was blatantly obvious in a way you could not really mistake it for a trick of the light or one's mind playing games. No, it was very clear to any cat with functioning eyes and maybe even to those who might be half-blind.
Her stomach, usually drawn taut to match the rest of her wiry body, was very obviously rounder - looking almost comical on the stick figure of a feline with it soft and plump edges. If she noticed or cared, Mintshade gave no indication, turning to the nearest cat with a crooked smile, "Hey, you want to go see if any rabbits are out nibbling morning dew leaves? Might be a good time to get a few before the sun gets too high." Her whip of a tail lashed behind her, flicking enthusiastically at the prospect of sinking her teeth into a fresh hare.
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—⊰⋅ Warrior (Moor Runner) of WindClan
—⊰⋅ She/Her
"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
—⊰⋅ SH Solid black cat w/ acid green eyes.