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ˏˋ*⁀➷ Even with all its moons, Fallowpaw still hates having so many other cats around. She is a solitary creature, far more suited to quiet walks in the forest than the bustle of clan life. And yet, she is never permitted this, trapped in camp unless she has her overbearing chatterbox of a mentor by her side. She can hardly stand it.
On the days where the noise and the crowding gets under her pelt the most, she finds herself slipping away. There's not many hiding spots around camp - and she'll come out if called, lest her aforementioned watchdog think she's vanished again - but she does know of a few. She makes her leave now towards a spot where the thorn bushes overhang the camp, sparse enough that she knows she won't get pricked if she slips in carefully. Fallowpaw's movements are careful, focused, delicate - a rarity for the brutish molly. She knows with certainty that inside the bush is a haven, a hollow of leafless branches too far from the sun.
And yet, just as she reaches it - "Oh," she breathes, spotting another cat already within the hollow of the bush. His dark pelt is near indistinguishable in the dim."Um." Rather than bark at him for taking up her spot - as she might normally do - Fallowpaw finds herself blinking in dumbfounded stupor instead. She had expected to be alone.
On the days where the noise and the crowding gets under her pelt the most, she finds herself slipping away. There's not many hiding spots around camp - and she'll come out if called, lest her aforementioned watchdog think she's vanished again - but she does know of a few. She makes her leave now towards a spot where the thorn bushes overhang the camp, sparse enough that she knows she won't get pricked if she slips in carefully. Fallowpaw's movements are careful, focused, delicate - a rarity for the brutish molly. She knows with certainty that inside the bush is a haven, a hollow of leafless branches too far from the sun.
And yet, just as she reaches it - "Oh," she breathes, spotting another cat already within the hollow of the bush. His dark pelt is near indistinguishable in the dim."Um." Rather than bark at him for taking up her spot - as she might normally do - Fallowpaw finds herself blinking in dumbfounded stupor instead. She had expected to be alone.
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@HAZEPAW
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"SPEECH"
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FALLOWPAW ⁀➷ she / it, apprentice of thunderclan, nine moons.
➳ a scarred, pointed brown and white molly with shaggy fur and golden eyes.
➳ standoffish and solitary, always seems to have a dark cloud hanging over its head.
➳ baying hound xx npc, littermate to antlerpaw & doepaw.
➳ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
➳ penned by SATURNID ↛ saturnids on discord, feel free to dm for plots.