- Oct 1, 2022
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If you don't like me, that's your problem
Large gnarled roots cast an imposing shadow over the black smoke as she quietly enters Chilledstar's den. Her eyes flit about the space, taking in details never seen before as she settles into a sit. The darkness was inviting, making for a cozy albeit chilling atmosphere most fit for the marsh ruler. Although the longer she remained idle the stronger the temptation grew to think of her most recent circumstances and lament silently over them. However, now was not the time to lose focus. She could not afford to slip into another round of mourning over Snowmask, or mope over her pitiful loss against Granitepaw. Chilledstar wished to speak with her and the buzz of anxiety surrounding that alone kept her stable enough to face her leader. "You wanted to speak with me?" The laperm voices gruffly, grutteral and raw from disuse. (@CHILLEDSTAR.)
When I let it bother me, that's my problem