- Feb 9, 2023
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Cottonsprig does not often grace the Clan borders alone. Especially with the threats given to them, it'd be smarter not to. However the young she-cat finds thrill in her newfound freedom and whatever Sunstar doesn't know won't hurt him… Hopefully. Plus ShadowClanners have to thrum their paws on the black stone of the thunderpath should they want to catch her, and though they are stealthy, they aren't that stealthy.
The she-cat noses through some tall weeds, ears perked to listen to any sort of rustling to be had. While most of the moorlands have begun to grow back, plenty of it is still weak and dead underpaw. Most of their herbs have been sourced from the edges of their lands, like by the ShadowClan border, and yet today Cottonsprig finds very little success in her lonesome endeavor.
“StarClan, please - just one stem is all I ask for…” The idea of returning home empty pawed so soon after her naming makes her stomach flip. She looks out over the thunderpath on whim and watches as the shadows shake, a cat bleeding between the stretches. Her ears twitch as she follows the movement, and then it stills - only then does she call out. “Hello? Are you just marking the border, or are you watching me?” Her brows pinch in the center of her forehead, though her limbs itch for her to run instead.
@JITTERBUG
The she-cat noses through some tall weeds, ears perked to listen to any sort of rustling to be had. While most of the moorlands have begun to grow back, plenty of it is still weak and dead underpaw. Most of their herbs have been sourced from the edges of their lands, like by the ShadowClan border, and yet today Cottonsprig finds very little success in her lonesome endeavor.
“StarClan, please - just one stem is all I ask for…” The idea of returning home empty pawed so soon after her naming makes her stomach flip. She looks out over the thunderpath on whim and watches as the shadows shake, a cat bleeding between the stretches. Her ears twitch as she follows the movement, and then it stills - only then does she call out. “Hello? Are you just marking the border, or are you watching me?” Her brows pinch in the center of her forehead, though her limbs itch for her to run instead.
@JITTERBUG