the good that won't come out ⁀➷ gentlestorm


ˏˋ*⁀➷ The medicine den, with its bitter cloying scent, has become familiar to Fallowpaw. From her kithood under Berryheart's care, to her many visits with her sisters, to even the occasional check-in on Bravepaw (not that she'd ever admit to that). It's become routine, bringing prey and moss, a chore she doesn't find herself minding all that much. Today she comes bearing a shrew in her teeth.

She pauses for a moment before before setting it down. There's no one left here for her to bring it to; she doesn't know any of the faces. She settles for a random nest. She doesn't need to do this anymore, really, but it's... comforting. She dares not linger too long, though. A glimpse of pale fur catches her eye and her shaggy head ducks down, eyes turning away. She begins her slow shuffle towards the entrance as though caught doing something wrong, as though embarrassed of her mere presence within the snowy medicine cat's den.

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  • FALLOWPAW ⁀➷ she / it, apprentice of thunderclan, seven 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, fawnpaw, & elkpaw.
    peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
    penned by SATURNID ↛ saturnids on discord, feel free to dm for plots.