[Wingnettle]

Sootfur (he/him)
Light grey tabby with blue/grey eyes



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Sootfur had sneaked up away from camp early at dawn, feeling too restless to wait in his nest until midday. Most of the prey was still tucked deep in their nests, but he had managed to catch earlier a small thrush. Now the long awaited hour was coming closer; the gray tabby had left his catch under some wilted leaves and threw some dirt on it.

Now he sat down quietly under a thorn bush, protected by any cat's view.
The tip of his tail flicked back and forth impatiently, his mind spinning with endless sceneries. It's her choice... not mine. He kept on repeating himself silently. Already he could not accept the possibility that the pregnant queen had abandoned herself to her destiny.

He narrowed his eyes against the chilly breeze, constantly scenting the air for Thunderclan or Shadowclan patrols. He had tried to speak to Sparrowstar about this before, but the leader had been to busy to find the time. Nevertheless, Sootfur didn't have doubts about the choice his leader would make. But he couldn't tell whether the gray she-cat had made the right one...

[ @jupiter ]