- Jun 14, 2022
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JUST ANOTHER GIRL
She had simply been following her sister. Willow and decided to leave the marsh group to join the newly founded Riverclan and as any faithful sister would, she followed. Granted, Chamomile quite liked their new home and the beautiful river that they now lived near. Today, she was exploring said River, and strangely enough, her usually clumsy paws were strong and steady while treading upon the uneven and sinking sand along the river's banks.
For once, she would actually appear graceful, and elegant. Until she wasn't. After all, good luck for her was very few and far between, so of course her paw would catch on a buried rock on the sand and send her cream tabby from tumbling towards the rushing water. The cold of the water sent a wave of shock through her and on pure instinct she began to flail.
This was it. Surely this was how she was going to die. Oh, the cruel irony of being killed by the very thing her new home was named after. Willow would be so upset, and yet she was sure no cat could save her from the deep depths of the raging river.
Except any cat passing by would not see a molly being carried away by hungry waves, but instead would simply see a panicked she-cat flopping around in the shallow end of the water, her flails doing nothing but splashing more water onto her face, further encouraging her thoughts that she was in fact drowning.
// @LIGHTNING
For once, she would actually appear graceful, and elegant. Until she wasn't. After all, good luck for her was very few and far between, so of course her paw would catch on a buried rock on the sand and send her cream tabby from tumbling towards the rushing water. The cold of the water sent a wave of shock through her and on pure instinct she began to flail.
This was it. Surely this was how she was going to die. Oh, the cruel irony of being killed by the very thing her new home was named after. Willow would be so upset, and yet she was sure no cat could save her from the deep depths of the raging river.
Except any cat passing by would not see a molly being carried away by hungry waves, but instead would simply see a panicked she-cat flopping around in the shallow end of the water, her flails doing nothing but splashing more water onto her face, further encouraging her thoughts that she was in fact drowning.
// @LIGHTNING