- Feb 9, 2023
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She sits in the fields. The grass that has grown is a vibrant green but that that has not is still burnt umber or hay yellow - yet all the same the wind blows through and demands it to bend. Cottonsprig does not yield to the wind, but instead enjoys the cool breeze on the too-warm day, eyes closed as she simply… listens.
And listens well, she does. For the soft footfalls of someone too used to this land summon her attention, blue eyes focusing on the distant visage of a seal point cat. They grow closer and closer, and yet she remains too-still, simply trying to recall how she managed to get out so far. Had she really left WindClan lands that long ago? She glances to the sky to see if the sun has shifted, but looks back towards Rumblerain, fearful for how close they've approached.
“Hi,” Cottonsprig says with a clipped tone, pressing her lips together and digging her claws into the dirt. She could mar them if she needed to. They weren't eating well out here (she has not smelled hide nor hair of any prey piece in the last several minutes,) so maybe they would fatigue easily in a chase. Her chest hurts, knowing that Scorchstreak would kill to be here instead of her…
“I've gone too far out, haven't I?” she asks before the other can say so - as if spouting the obvious first would lend her the edge in the conversation.
@RUMBLERAIN
And listens well, she does. For the soft footfalls of someone too used to this land summon her attention, blue eyes focusing on the distant visage of a seal point cat. They grow closer and closer, and yet she remains too-still, simply trying to recall how she managed to get out so far. Had she really left WindClan lands that long ago? She glances to the sky to see if the sun has shifted, but looks back towards Rumblerain, fearful for how close they've approached.
“Hi,” Cottonsprig says with a clipped tone, pressing her lips together and digging her claws into the dirt. She could mar them if she needed to. They weren't eating well out here (she has not smelled hide nor hair of any prey piece in the last several minutes,) so maybe they would fatigue easily in a chase. Her chest hurts, knowing that Scorchstreak would kill to be here instead of her…
“I've gone too far out, haven't I?” she asks before the other can say so - as if spouting the obvious first would lend her the edge in the conversation.
@RUMBLERAIN