[finley !!]

cobwebpaw

purrks ; the collector , herbal knowledge t2
she/they . rc . 14 moons . one lame leg . tags ; @sol.
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cobwebpaw shrugged, murmuring a quick ' yeah. cobwebpaw. and.. you're kestrelskies, right? ' sort of regretting trying to be charitable at the expense of her own rapidly declining mental health, she scuffled her paws on the ground. thank goodness the meeting was over. it was taking a damn toll on the aforementioned mental health.

' i am.. dusk's apprentice. ' the pit of sadness reopened in cobwebpaw's stomach. she was going to MISS dusklion. she hoped it wasn't as obvious as it felt like it was. that would be.. extremely embarrassing. cobwebpaw tried to ignore the awful feeling and shrugged again at kestrelskies. ' i-i dunno why i came over here, if i'm gonna be real honest. ' why was she getting southern? ' you looked sad. and i will be honest again. i am also sad. '

cobwebpaw softly swore to starclan. she sounded like an awkward nerd right now.