- Jan 5, 2023
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.°☀ But every time I see you cry
The summer days' golden gale had faded into something more inky and deep with the descent of the sun. Stars started to peak out from the blue sky as it turned indigo and the moon creseted the horizon with its own warmth that was darker than the suns'. Little white paws moved across the ground towards the camp entrance and then looked back. Everyone had started to settle down for the night and the lingering tension of Blazestars' words still etched into her mind. Stay in pairs or stay in their twoleg den. How could they make such a decision? Their clan needed them! Bananapaw snorted through her nose a bit before shaking out her coat to dislodge her more negative thoughts.
"Cloudberry! C'mon! We're gonna be late for dinner- again," She called for the blue tabby cat with a lash of her tail back and forth. Bananapaw didn't want them to worry again about them disappearing into the forest every day. With the capturing cats, it was more so risky going back home but if they didn't they wouldn't be allowed back outside ever again. Their twolegs loved them to bits, and it was something Bananapaw didn't want to break just because.
The tawny and white cat sat down outside of the camp entrance with her tail thumping on the ground. So where was Quilsltrike then? If he was taken away in the cage and seemingly disappeared into the world of the city. She hoped he didn't end up at the Cutter- no cat deserved that. She was glad her owners hadn't wanted to do that yet to her or her brother. She shivered at the thought before moving onto looking around camp once more for blue fur.
"SPEECH"
[/color]"Cloudberry! C'mon! We're gonna be late for dinner- again," She called for the blue tabby cat with a lash of her tail back and forth. Bananapaw didn't want them to worry again about them disappearing into the forest every day. With the capturing cats, it was more so risky going back home but if they didn't they wouldn't be allowed back outside ever again. Their twolegs loved them to bits, and it was something Bananapaw didn't want to break just because.
The tawny and white cat sat down outside of the camp entrance with her tail thumping on the ground. So where was Quilsltrike then? If he was taken away in the cage and seemingly disappeared into the world of the city. She hoped he didn't end up at the Cutter- no cat deserved that. She was glad her owners hadn't wanted to do that yet to her or her brother. She shivered at the thought before moving onto looking around camp once more for blue fur.
"SPEECH"