| Dapplebreeze |
Agatha Kitty - Active | Silver Tongue - Inactive
It seemed to be a constant of late. For the patched molly to find herself on this meadow. Despite the clear skies, snow was well formed upon the ground by now, ruffling the patched warrior's fur as a small shiver escaped her. She knew it was probably not the best of temperatures to be out and about on her lonesome on a walk beneath the stars, yet the former queen couldn't help herself. She was drawn to this place, and for the first time since she had first become sick, she was able to walk here by herself. With strength, vigor, and no pitiful signs of the weakness that had almost consumed her.
Dark blue eyes turned to face the sky, round face observing the twinkling stars appreciatively. For once, Dapplebreeze did not see StarClan up there judging her every move, her clan's ever motion, every infraction against the code. No. There were only stars, shining and shimmering, reflecting their beauty off her own glimmering gaze. A part of her was still grateful to them, for returning her little bird to her. For guiding her back not once, but twice... yet even that could not cover up the sufferings the clan was currently going through, and all without a word from the stars. It made one wonder if they truly were up there watching over their descendants, or if to them those still living glowed just as brightly back.
Another breeze coursing through her fur, the senior warrior afforded herself another shiver, her breath frosting before her whiskers when a sound caught her attention. Mismatched ears perked up as she narrowed her eyes, her gaze moving independent of her head as she ensured not to move a hair. Curious. She could have sworn she was alone. And with the night so cold as it was, she could have been certain no prey would be out and about now. Did she have a visitor to contend with? A clanmate perhaps? Or maybe a rogue thinking she looked dainty enough to take on their own? Silently, she remained alert for any other signs of motion, wanting to ensure it truly wasn't simply prey she could take back with her to help feed the clan. So close to leafbare... any little bit counted in these most hostile of moons.
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