- Feb 9, 2023
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Her stay in the barn has cleared her mind. She wouldn't say that she's returned to a proper healthy mindset, but she's better discerned the life ahead of her. She can be a mother, caring, doting - she doesn't need the Clans to help her. They would rather cast her aside, she thinks, for breaking a code she never believed in anyways. Perhaps trading her fear and exasperation for distaste and anger isn't the smartest thing either, but... survival is her priority. To thrive in the name of her unborn children is all she must do. If they find the Clans in the future, then that is fine - but she is settled in her damnation thus forward.
She parts tall grasses with careful pawsteps, aiming to return to Peonybreeze before the end of the day. A scent not-quite-familiar crosses her nose and before she can pin point who it must be, two little tots part the weeds before her. Only a few moons old, they seem - and startled by her appearance too. Cottonsprig says nothing, not until a far more familiar face walks directly behind them. She blinks but squares her shoulders, her tail lifting to float alongside her frame protectively.
"Rumblerain," she greets them neutrally. Her gaze flutters from the kittens before them, noticing the similarities in build and pattern, but saying nothing to implicate much. "I mean no harm, just like before. I'll pass by, just as you will, and this encounter can mean nothing," she states, desperation creeping into the corners of her voice.
She parts tall grasses with careful pawsteps, aiming to return to Peonybreeze before the end of the day. A scent not-quite-familiar crosses her nose and before she can pin point who it must be, two little tots part the weeds before her. Only a few moons old, they seem - and startled by her appearance too. Cottonsprig says nothing, not until a far more familiar face walks directly behind them. She blinks but squares her shoulders, her tail lifting to float alongside her frame protectively.
"Rumblerain," she greets them neutrally. Her gaze flutters from the kittens before them, noticing the similarities in build and pattern, but saying nothing to implicate much. "I mean no harm, just like before. I'll pass by, just as you will, and this encounter can mean nothing," she states, desperation creeping into the corners of her voice.