PIGEONPELT
Warrior | RiverClan | Molly
trotting lightly back into camp with a few prey in her muzzle, the black and white molly made her way towards the kill-pile and put them down, before she smiled gently and stretched, feeling the sunshine as they beamed onto her well-groomed pelt. Before long she had went out hunting in the morning, coming back just now to take some rest. She had always appreciate a few moments alone, but just a little bit. She spent the rest of her time sticking to her brother’s side, as usual.
Picking out two of the tastiest fish she could find within the pile, she went for Ashstream.
Knowing just where he would be in the Clearing, Pigeonpelt pranced over towards the side of the camp, bright blue eyes warm and shimmering slightly.
“Ashy,” She called out with an affectionate purr, landing gingerly besides him.
“Such a nice day, isn’t it?” Settling down, she placed the trouts in front of the both of them.
“How are you?” The soft and gentle smile continued to be plastered upon her muzzle, and her tail lashed cheerfully behind her. She sure was in a decent move.
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Kaybug. I hope this is okay! Sorry for shorter starter ^^”