- Jun 7, 2022
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( ★ ) A few days had passed since Sunfreckle had been teasing her about Flycatcher. During those days, she had been purposely trying her best to avoid any confrontation with the grey tom. She had been too flustered to defend herself that afternoon, but after spending the few days mostly alone, she had been able to do a lot of thinking. There was nothing she could have defended herself of, because...everything that had been said was true. Ever since she had woken up in the Medicine Den, she had felt differently about Flycatcher than she felt around any of her other clanmates.
After a successful hunt with her apprentice, she padded to the freshkill pile, and contributed her share before quickly slipping back out of the camp, hoping to be unnoticed. Being around her clanmates was too much right now. She was too nervous to accidentally bump into...him. What would she say? She had never felt this way about another cat...she knew that being away from the camp probably looked suspicious, but she struggled with letting so many others knowing how she felt all the time. This was probably the only thing she missed about being a loner.
The sun was a little while from setting, and a cool breeze swept through the forest. As she came to sit beneath the Great Sycamore, some leaves fell onto her back. She stood back up, shaking her thickening pelt out, and the tabby padded to the other side of the tree, and laid down at its base.
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@Flycatcher
( I'LL SLEEP WHEN I'M DEAD ; YOU CAN BURY ME )After a successful hunt with her apprentice, she padded to the freshkill pile, and contributed her share before quickly slipping back out of the camp, hoping to be unnoticed. Being around her clanmates was too much right now. She was too nervous to accidentally bump into...him. What would she say? She had never felt this way about another cat...she knew that being away from the camp probably looked suspicious, but she struggled with letting so many others knowing how she felt all the time. This was probably the only thing she missed about being a loner.
The sun was a little while from setting, and a cool breeze swept through the forest. As she came to sit beneath the Great Sycamore, some leaves fell onto her back. She stood back up, shaking her thickening pelt out, and the tabby padded to the other side of the tree, and laid down at its base.
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@Flycatcher