- Feb 8, 2023
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✸✸ I KNOW THAT I'VE GOT A BIG EGO ✸✸
sootspritespark & 37 moons & demi-girl & she/they & skyclan queen
sootspritespark & 37 moons & demi-girl & she/they & skyclan queen
Sootspritespark has not spoken to mason since their night together - has no need to really. She'd told him of her plans, spun her web of little white lies, gotten what she wanted. There was no need to seek out a tom who'd know what he'd gotten into, who'd have nothing to do with his clanborn kits. But she cannot say the same for her ex-lover. She has learned much in his absence, that he is of windclan, that he is the enemy. She does not want his first meeting with his kits, their kits, to be upon the battle field. Not unless that is what he choses.
And so the molly waits, careful and cautious, sticking to the limbs of the tree she has chosen as her waiting place. It is not her first attempt - not even her second, but her third. She wonders absently if that is what others call karma - she made him wait three days, so now will he too. Whatever the case, her ears perk at the sound of pawsteps, at the waft of familiar scent - her own heady and tinged by milk and dog and twoleg even moreso than before, the time spent away from her clan and her duties leaving its mark in the absence of even a hint of skyclan-scent upon her.
"Hound," she calls out, a gentle greeting despite it all, though she is not willing to leave her perch to set foot upon the ground - not after what she has learned, not after what she knows, not after how things had... ended last time. She doesn't trust herself not to make the same mistake twice. Yes, the branches are a safer resting place indeed.
"... we need to speak," she doesn't know how much he knows, what he has been told, if he had considered the repercussions of their actions that day. She knows she certainly hadn't. And so she waits, sunshine eyes searching his face desperately, hoping to find some spark of something that might prepare her for how this conversation will go. She hates this, this feeling of not knowing.
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Actions && "Speech," && ' Thoughts/Quotes '
ooc: @HOUNDTHISTLE
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— a small and notably round molly with ink black curls and a white-speckled belly. she wears a bowtie collar with a bright white and lemon yellow plaid pattern, and always seems to be smiling. beyond the normal clan-scent, she smells heavily of milk-scent, dog, and twoleg.
— physically medium && mentally hard
— non-violent powerplay allowed && healing powerplay allowed && minor injury powerplay not-allowed
— please attack using [b][color=#ffff99]action here[/color][/b] and tag account