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willowroot is her new name, perhaps a small kindness from the leader she's never truly trusted. named after the very home she's sacrificed her closest relationship to maintain, the femme still can barely bring herself to respond when the name is called. she is not a willow, gentle and twisting with grace. she is just caraway, the pirate's daughter, caraway the river's own. riverclan has never made sense to her. she resigns herself to the knowledge that it probably never will. the past week of camp life has passed slowly and without much incident. since her fight with buck, willowroot has not done much to contact the forest hued woman. she's busied herself with wandering the territory, justifying the hunting as insurance so that boar and raccoon will be able to eat. it's odd to have to handle so many cats in the same are. everything is overwhelming.
she sits in the shadows of a den under construction, emerald gaze flitting over the various scenes occurring. she knows practically no one here, besides her family, but she doesn't particularly want to. everything is too confusing to add friendship on top of it. tufted ears flick head turning to watch a small patrol as it enters camp. interest sparks in her chest, head tipping as she observes the last member of the group, a mottled woman whom she's met before. poppy, the mysterious feline from a moon ago, and then again just days ago. sharp teeth worry her lip as she stares, before she catches herself, eyes widening and jerking away. odd- the feline is fascinating in her nature, her snappish attitude more compelling than perhaps she wishes it to be.
something stirs in willow's stomach and they close their eyes, breathing. it's not a bad feeling, more like an excited anxiety, although what it could be about is beyond them. crossing their paws, the warrior pointedly does not stare at poppy as she crosses camp. they do not admire the flowing coat and dark eyes, nor do they let out a soft involuntary sigh. definitely not. and if the woman catches them looking, which she obviously won't, willow will move their gaze, tail curling tighter around themself.
willowroot is her new name, perhaps a small kindness from the leader she's never truly trusted. named after the very home she's sacrificed her closest relationship to maintain, the femme still can barely bring herself to respond when the name is called. she is not a willow, gentle and twisting with grace. she is just caraway, the pirate's daughter, caraway the river's own. riverclan has never made sense to her. she resigns herself to the knowledge that it probably never will. the past week of camp life has passed slowly and without much incident. since her fight with buck, willowroot has not done much to contact the forest hued woman. she's busied herself with wandering the territory, justifying the hunting as insurance so that boar and raccoon will be able to eat. it's odd to have to handle so many cats in the same are. everything is overwhelming.
she sits in the shadows of a den under construction, emerald gaze flitting over the various scenes occurring. she knows practically no one here, besides her family, but she doesn't particularly want to. everything is too confusing to add friendship on top of it. tufted ears flick head turning to watch a small patrol as it enters camp. interest sparks in her chest, head tipping as she observes the last member of the group, a mottled woman whom she's met before. poppy, the mysterious feline from a moon ago, and then again just days ago. sharp teeth worry her lip as she stares, before she catches herself, eyes widening and jerking away. odd- the feline is fascinating in her nature, her snappish attitude more compelling than perhaps she wishes it to be.
something stirs in willow's stomach and they close their eyes, breathing. it's not a bad feeling, more like an excited anxiety, although what it could be about is beyond them. crossing their paws, the warrior pointedly does not stare at poppy as she crosses camp. they do not admire the flowing coat and dark eyes, nor do they let out a soft involuntary sigh. definitely not. and if the woman catches them looking, which she obviously won't, willow will move their gaze, tail curling tighter around themself.
( THE LIGHT YOU GAVE ME )