- Feb 9, 2023
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Granitepelt and his henchmen had not left Cottonsprig’s mind. Vulturekit had returned, virtually unscathed, but the rogues still took the life of one and the safety and security of them all. She wanders her homelands aware of the dangers and truly never too far from a patrol - but she will be damned if her new position doesn’t allow her new freedoms.
A scarily familiar scent floats through the winds. Badlands, but mixed with an unwelcome tinge of blood and sick. Cottonsprig furrows her brow and against her best judgment (which, let’s be fair, isn’t necessarily the best…) follows the scent upwind. Her paws carefully press down fresh grass as to not alert whoever she may find - but as she nudges aside tall stalks of freshly bloomed lavender, she sees him.
“Peonybreeze?” She says, and shock is evident in her tone. He had left with Granitepelt, but she hadn’t seen him yet in the mix of rogues that’ve attacked her home. Parts of her had hoped that he left, long before Heathermoon was murdered. But more of her wonders if he left because of the kill.
“You’re hurt,” she points out the obvious, but she stands still, ears folded slightly. “Peony, what happened?”
@PEONYBREEZE
A scarily familiar scent floats through the winds. Badlands, but mixed with an unwelcome tinge of blood and sick. Cottonsprig furrows her brow and against her best judgment (which, let’s be fair, isn’t necessarily the best…) follows the scent upwind. Her paws carefully press down fresh grass as to not alert whoever she may find - but as she nudges aside tall stalks of freshly bloomed lavender, she sees him.
“Peonybreeze?” She says, and shock is evident in her tone. He had left with Granitepelt, but she hadn’t seen him yet in the mix of rogues that’ve attacked her home. Parts of her had hoped that he left, long before Heathermoon was murdered. But more of her wonders if he left because of the kill.
“You’re hurt,” she points out the obvious, but she stands still, ears folded slightly. “Peony, what happened?”
@PEONYBREEZE