mixedpad | closed interaction | action post
the dilute tortie glanced around, orange gaze flitting between cats scattered across the clearing before returning to her paws. she hadn't felt much lately, nor had she gone hunting, as she was supposed to. her clanmates were none of her concern at the time. how unusual. mixedpad was usually socializing. today, she just did not feel like doing so. despite her blank emotions and faint frown, the warrior seemed positive enough now, so with a quick whisk of her tail and a blur from the movement of her paws, she disappeared out of camp. seeming to go off without a trace.