[spinachsprite]

(open!! :3))

Cowslip walked along the forest path beside her fellow skyclanners, shoulders all hunched. Her eyes glowed angrily. She didn't really care about clans in particular, as a street cat previously, loyalty didn't mean much to her. But the idea of combining repulsed her. It screamed caution. That many cats in one place? There was bound to be a gender imbalance. Over population. Tom's going wild, cats fighting, disease spreading. She appreciated the clans regality and precious emotional zest. This would reduce them back to violent animals. But she didn't dare go back to the streets, and aside from the forest, that was all she knew.
The black and white feline bristled with each step, emanating fury and distaste. She despised their leaders fragile disposition. A leader should be strong and able to lead. She could only pray something killed off the weaker cats quickly. A parasite or disease perhaps. She stole a glance at the kits walking about her, and scowled.