[Midgefur]

@Mystical

With a bit of a hasty step, Snailflower exited the nursery den and out into the open of the WindClan camp. Though there wasn't much indication otherwise, her face was as calm as usual, irritation was seen in the sharp flick of her tail. It was common to see the warrior in and around the nursery whether bringing prey, minding kits, or just chatting with the queens. But there was a certain queen that tended to rub her the wrong way, even when nothing was stated outright. Looks or tones that gave her the idea she wasn't welcome there at all. Put off, she had left some extra moss and fur by the entrance and took off towards a flat rock near the freshkill pile.

Compared to the trodden-down grass of camp, which was damp and cool, the rock had been warmed gradually by whatever heat managed to reach it from the Leafbare sun, and while not bakingly warm, it was certainly tempting to put your paws up for a moment. The chocolate-brown molly plunked herself down, touched the toes of her forepaws to the rock and let out a sigh. Her tail relaxed and settled gently behind her, any tensity that was in her slowly faded and Snailflower took to watching as cats came and went from camp.