[silver.]

 

Originally Posted by alkaline

fenneldrop

She usually sleeps during the day. But it's hard to get comfortable in a nest surrounded by other nests, in an unfamiliar camp surrounded by cats - who suddenly seemed so dangerous.

With a long-winded sigh, Fenneldrop rolled out of the nettles and moss and strode into the camp clearing. The light made her wince, even though the clouds were obscuring the sun.

Her gaze swept over the clearing and landed on Bitternpaw. She hadn't seen him since the move. She padded over to him, studying his prone figure. He looks... sad. Fenneldrop stands over the apprentice and clears her throat. "Why so glum, kiddo?" she asks. She carefully sits a small distance from the small cat. See, he doesn't seem as dangerous. Stoic, normally, aside from now, but not quite volatile.

It feels less like a risk to hold his company than it is with some other cats, if only because she knows how loyal this apprentice seems to his clan.

@silver.

shc apprentice // 8 moons // he/him
purrks: agatha kitty, the collector, rapid recovery

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Was she a mind reader or something? It was as if he summoned her with nothing other than his thoughts. Glancing over at her through the corners of his eyes, he manages a pathetic hint of a smile, as if that alone would soothe the molly's nerves.

"Just wishing I could have gone and attacked Riverclan with the rest of them." It was better to be honest, wasn't it? Especially if it was Fenneldrop of all cats. There were very few that he trusted with his thoughts, the other two being his siblings. "Sitting around like this... It's not helpful for anyone."

His gaze sweeps back out upon the barren clearing of camp, ears pinning back against his head. When would they all be coming back? Would there be causalities? No one that he was particularly close with went along, he doesn't think... But then again he wasn't very close with much of anyone. Maybe it was a good thing.