- Aug 3, 2022
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Starlingheart has Magpiepaw now, one of many kits found among Twoleg refuse that Pitchstar had allowed into ShadowClan. His presence, on the nights he sleeps beside his sister, is not missed at much. Still, even curled beside the she-cat he’d shared a womb with thirteen moons ago, he misses the herb-spiced scent of his mate’s fur. And despite hating the tunnel, he feels awfully exposed. The brutality of Poppypaw’s death has ingrained just how a single swipe from one of the bears can nearly cleave a cat in two.
He hears the faintest rustling, and there’s an empty space beside him. His eyes blink open slowly, adjusting to the dark. He catches the tip of a cinnamon tail disappearing into the grass. Granitepelt rises, wondering how she could be so frogbrained—were there tadpoles swimming up there? Loampaw’s contagious, he thinks bitterly, stalking her on silent paws.
Siltcloud is on a mission, it seems—but he isn’t sure where she’s going. Something tells him this is routine, though. She seems to have a destination in mind. Where that is, he’s going to find out.
@Siltcloud.
He hears the faintest rustling, and there’s an empty space beside him. His eyes blink open slowly, adjusting to the dark. He catches the tip of a cinnamon tail disappearing into the grass. Granitepelt rises, wondering how she could be so frogbrained—were there tadpoles swimming up there? Loampaw’s contagious, he thinks bitterly, stalking her on silent paws.
Siltcloud is on a mission, it seems—but he isn’t sure where she’s going. Something tells him this is routine, though. She seems to have a destination in mind. Where that is, he’s going to find out.
@Siltcloud.
[ PENNED BY MARQUETTE ]
