- Feb 9, 2023
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While once before, solo patrols used to be one of her favored pastimes (her mother's cats weren't... the best company,) Cottonfang withholds the want to be alone like that again. Granitepelt is out there, with Juncopaw and Peonybreeze and... so many formerly treasured but very skilled and clever cats. And Cottonfang is not stupid. Not entirely, at least. She isn't willing to risk her life for a quiet walk, to say the least. Thankfully Bluepool was free, and the jaunt to the thunderpath was a quick an easy one. She simply hopes the way back poses no problem, either.
Cottonfang pauses a moment, looking over into ShadowClan's land with vague curiosity, before pitching her voice out for her aunt to catch. "Hey, Bluepool...?" Her gaze tilts to find the other, "I remember you saying that you -" and my mom, though truth be told she likely heard Sootstar say this fact instead of the black striped molly, "- used to live in the marshes. Do you... miss it?" Mostly a question to fill the dead air, but also to quiet her addled mind.
Cottonfang pauses a moment, looking over into ShadowClan's land with vague curiosity, before pitching her voice out for her aunt to catch. "Hey, Bluepool...?" Her gaze tilts to find the other, "I remember you saying that you -" and my mom, though truth be told she likely heard Sootstar say this fact instead of the black striped molly, "- used to live in the marshes. Do you... miss it?" Mostly a question to fill the dead air, but also to quiet her addled mind.