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Originally Posted by ares

• Springpaw •
long-furred, oriental-shaped, gray-and-orange calico molly with blue eyes; torn right ear
Purrks: Herbal Knowledge - Tier 1 | The Collector [active] | Mind Reader [active]
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Shoulders slugging, the calico slowly trekked her way out from the brambled entrance of camp; her eyes wincing against the feeling of the sharp, prickling thickets brushing against her thick fur. Ouch. It rather sucked having long fur, especially when it always tugged and pulled whenever it got stuck onto anything that was like thickets or brambles. It was absolutely annoying and very obnoxious. Other than that, the young calico had been merely following closely behind her clan as they trudged their way back into camp from their recent victory over Cattail Pond from RiverClan themselves… it didn’t feel exactly right to be walking alongside her wounded clan-mates and to see the smug look smeared onto Bumblestar’s face. Was this really a good decision to make? Was it really something that they should feel proud about? The calico silently scanned the gathering clearing as she briefly studied the expressions among her clan-mates faces, feeling her stomach churning and twisting unsettlingly as she noticed some of her clan-mates looking rather uncomfortable and quite terrified as well. It was a shocker that rarely any of her clan-mates looked triumphant from the victorious claimant over Cattail Pond—there was a couple, but she couldn’t quite name them out. Did that mean that her clan-mates didn’t feel comfortable with the recent victory? The question nagged itself deeply into the crevices of her mind and Springpaw could feel her lips pursing from the doubt. It was their choice, after all. Not hers. Even if she couldn’t help but feel guilty about her own personal opinion about it.

Lapis hues studied the crowding clearing as she searched for any familiar pelts that were within the clearing herself, a snag of relief attacking her as she noticed the rather sluggish form of Alderstep sitting alongside someone else—odd, usually he was sitting by himself… did he know this cat? Brows furrowing with curiosity, the eleven moon old calico molly trudged her way over towards the duo of felines and simply casted the deputy a quick, tired smile. “Hiya, Aldie!” She purred, taking a seat close to the russet-furred tom, her whiskers twitching daintily. “And hello to you too, mighty stranger! Are you a friend of Aldersteps?” She cocked her head to properly introduce herself to Berryfrost, lapis hues twinkling as she greeted the feline right alongside the grumpy tom-cat. Who could they be?

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@navarra @~'Atlas-The-Lemon'~ [ ]

BerryFrost
[She/They|Abro|Genderfluid|Emotinless]
The russet she-cat was cleaning her wounds near where her brother stood when SpringPaw approached her. BerryFrost looked at the cat with her green and blue gaze as she asked her who she was.

"Hello, SpringPaw." She said in a monotone voice "I am AlderStep's sister, BerryFrost." She said and flicked her russet and white tail back and fourth.

She was trying to think of something to say but decided that she would let the medicine apprentice reply how they liked.

[AlderStep Mention/Semi-Interaction - @navarra ]