[versailles]

SQUIRRELRISE
she/her | 17 moons | small, scarred russet and brown molly with white markings and yellow eyes
[ chill of death, hulk SMASH ]

the freezing air nips at squirrelrise's ears and nose as she exits the warrior's den, fur fluffing. she shivers, breath visible in the chill. there was a light sheet of snow coating the camp ground, and her pads quickly grow numb as she pads across the clearing, to the prey pile. she originally planned to quickly snag up a small breakfast and retreat to the warrior's den to eat it, but then, her eyes catch sight of a familiar pelt. well, kind of. they'd interacted a few times. anywho - silentpaw. the clans newest medicine cat apprentice.

the small warrior pauses, yellow hues flickering between the prey pile and the tom. should she eat first or congratulate him...? after nulling over it for a few heartbeats, she slowly steps away from the prey pile and approaches silentpaw. have we ever actually..talked?, she wonders. they'd been on a patrol once or twice before, but she's not sure if they've ever actually spoken more than a few words to each other or not. she supposes the same applies to sleepysunrise; she still needs to congratulate her as well.

"er, hi, s-ssi..silentpaw," she greets, mentally cursing the cold for worsening her stutter. "congrats..on becoming...the - the..medicine cat..apprentice." well, she's off to a good start. "how are..you enjoying it..sss..so far?" she asks curiously, then realizes that he probably hasn't experienced much at all since he was just promoted. augh.

[ @Star ]