[ @LeftytheBear ]
Mockingfeather trotted out of camp, head held high and tail waving through the air behind her. Ears erect and swiveling at every sound, she listened closely for a rustle of prey. Following behind her was her adoptive daughter, friend, and past apprentice- Morningbird. The kind she-cat had quickly become friends with the older molly, and they had hung out and hunted together ever since. Turning her head slightly to see the young warrior out of the corner of her eye, she narrowed her gray hues in amusement. “Can you hurry up?”