There was comfort in Lakemoon's company- having braved the dangers of the mountains with her, knowing she was more or less part of his family now, watching the sunset. She was someone Ferngill would always see as safe. All of RiverClan was safe, mostly- but Lakemoon was a cat whose loyalty he would never doubt. It was soothing, somewhat, to be placed on a hunting patrol with her- though as they walked, a bottle-green glint caught his eye. The invasive scent of Twolegs, stale but there, came skittering on the wind soon after.
Glancing toward the older warrior for a moment, a frown on his face, Ferngill slowed his pace and glanced toward Lakemoon with his jaw ajar. It looked like pebbles, dark green and scattered en masse- but fashioned into blades. Like... like shattered ice, but green. It shone in an odd way, reflecting the sun in a flare. Wrinkling his nose up, distaste made itself clear on his face. "That could hurt someone, I reckon..." Uncertainty stained his voice as he looked at the shattered shards- with a tilt of his head, the sunlight ran a line across it, making it look sharper. His throat felt dry, all of a sudden.
\ @Lakemoon . ... it's an "abandoned" seaglass green bottle, smashed on the river shore!
Glancing toward the older warrior for a moment, a frown on his face, Ferngill slowed his pace and glanced toward Lakemoon with his jaw ajar. It looked like pebbles, dark green and scattered en masse- but fashioned into blades. Like... like shattered ice, but green. It shone in an odd way, reflecting the sun in a flare. Wrinkling his nose up, distaste made itself clear on his face. "That could hurt someone, I reckon..." Uncertainty stained his voice as he looked at the shattered shards- with a tilt of his head, the sunlight ran a line across it, making it look sharper. His throat felt dry, all of a sudden.
\ @Lakemoon . ... it's an "abandoned" seaglass green bottle, smashed on the river shore!
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