private night is full of terrors ;; banshee

[hyacinthbreath]

♚ "Get off of Outlook Rock before you crack your head open." A voice, accented and full of irritation- annoyance, of having to babysit another Rogue. She didn't care for the life of this fool, nor the other stinking Rogues, but Sootstar had brought them here herself. The punishment of letting one die was too great. Hyacinthbreath had to stay alive for the sake of her family and friends, for Pollenfur and Moonshadow.

The silver lynx marches alongside the bottom of the massive, towering rock. This stupid molly, with snot running down her nose constantly; disgusting. Disgusting. Disgusting. She smelled of trash to Hyacinthbreath. "Did you not hear me?"

@banshee ​