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Open spaces weren't so enjoyable anymore. The safety inside the nursery, the closeness she felt to the rooted walls and caked mud, were much preferable over fields. It was still to be seen if when spring came around that the molly would find herself comfortable among the plains of flowers she often spent her time in before. Hazecloud had never thought herself as someone proud to bare scars, always careful to keep herself out of confrontational combat. She was a woman of stealth, looming presence only ever announced if she made it so.
Unfortunately in those mountains it was barren of much coverage, lacking any real protection from the feathered beast that had taken the beauty in an untouched face. Magpiepaw had a wonderful skill in utilizing such little herb supply in desperate times and she knows she should be more thankful to have not died from infection but, her reflection only answered for her lingering insecurities. She had tried to hide it in different ways but none seemed to work very well. Sap and oak leaves were more messy than helpful, sticking to her fur like burrs. Now that moons had passed the wounds did not feel so large as they originally were, but it was hard to ignore the expose flesh that marred her muzzle.
"You never told us what gave you those scars, Hazecloud! It was on the journey, right? You must've fought off something pretty mighty."
It's in good humor, a lure to pull another story from faraway lands. Complimented with the effort of her fight to get back home. In the moment it felt like nothing but a clawed slap on what she had lost. Jaw tight and teeth grit together, the queen narrowed her eyes in a sideways glance.
"What are you trying to say? What makes it look mighty to you?" Her claws tear off the tail of the fish she and the older kits were given to shield her annoyance, trying to enjoy a meal in the brief moment of sunlight before the temperatures dropped again. Her face couldn't hide it, though, the question had hit deep.
//FINAL PROMPT FOR HAZE feel free to be the cat talking to her!
Unfortunately in those mountains it was barren of much coverage, lacking any real protection from the feathered beast that had taken the beauty in an untouched face. Magpiepaw had a wonderful skill in utilizing such little herb supply in desperate times and she knows she should be more thankful to have not died from infection but, her reflection only answered for her lingering insecurities. She had tried to hide it in different ways but none seemed to work very well. Sap and oak leaves were more messy than helpful, sticking to her fur like burrs. Now that moons had passed the wounds did not feel so large as they originally were, but it was hard to ignore the expose flesh that marred her muzzle.
"You never told us what gave you those scars, Hazecloud! It was on the journey, right? You must've fought off something pretty mighty."
It's in good humor, a lure to pull another story from faraway lands. Complimented with the effort of her fight to get back home. In the moment it felt like nothing but a clawed slap on what she had lost. Jaw tight and teeth grit together, the queen narrowed her eyes in a sideways glance.
"What are you trying to say? What makes it look mighty to you?" Her claws tear off the tail of the fish she and the older kits were given to shield her annoyance, trying to enjoy a meal in the brief moment of sunlight before the temperatures dropped again. Her face couldn't hide it, though, the question had hit deep.
//FINAL PROMPT FOR HAZE feel free to be the cat talking to her!