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⁺₊ ⋆✩ Termitehum is alone, which she knows is dangerous, she does, and she definitely shouldn't be out walking alone. No one will know if she's gone like this, and isn't that scary? Isn't it? She shouldn't be out here.
But she likes to get away from everyone. Wander the trees, the covering of pine needles above shielding her from the burning gaze of the sun. Likes to be alone with nothing but her thoughts and the little bugs that wander the forest floor alongside her. She follows them now, a trail of ants. Tiny creatures marching all in a row; she talks to them, quiet murmurs of kinship, as though the creatures are her friends moreso than any cat.
She doesn't think about where they're going until she's reached the ThunderClan border --
-- And there's a rustle in the bushes from across the scentline.
"Ah-!" squeaks Termitehum, jumping to her feet in a startle, back arched. Her ears press flat against her head as she stands perfectly still, as though a lack of movement will keep whatever made that sound from seeing her. Her voice shakes as she continues in a half-whisper, too fearful of dogs or foxes to raise it. "Who's -- hhh, who's the-e-ere?" Blazing orange eyes rove the forest across the border, wide and slit-pupiled.
But she likes to get away from everyone. Wander the trees, the covering of pine needles above shielding her from the burning gaze of the sun. Likes to be alone with nothing but her thoughts and the little bugs that wander the forest floor alongside her. She follows them now, a trail of ants. Tiny creatures marching all in a row; she talks to them, quiet murmurs of kinship, as though the creatures are her friends moreso than any cat.
She doesn't think about where they're going until she's reached the ThunderClan border --
-- And there's a rustle in the bushes from across the scentline.
"Ah-!" squeaks Termitehum, jumping to her feet in a startle, back arched. Her ears press flat against her head as she stands perfectly still, as though a lack of movement will keep whatever made that sound from seeing her. Her voice shakes as she continues in a half-whisper, too fearful of dogs or foxes to raise it. "Who's -- hhh, who's the-e-ere?" Blazing orange eyes rove the forest across the border, wide and slit-pupiled.
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@Mothsqueak!
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"SPEECH"
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TERMITEHUM 𓆣 she / they / it, warrior of skyclan, 21 moons.
➳ a willowy black molly with white patches and intense.
➳ superstitious and cowardly, yet quietly kind despite their fear.
➳ dragonflywing xx earwigtuft, littermate to chrysaliswing.
➳ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
➳ penned by SATURNID ↛ saturnids on discord, feel free to dm for plots.