brownpaw, she/her, 16 moons
shadowclan apprentice
a curly, light brown she-cat with brown eyes and a twisted leg.
43/100
And just like that, she was back.
Brownpaw had been let back into Shadowclan. She felt like even more of an idiot for doubting that'd happen, but mostly she was just really,
really glad to be home. The first step she took into the clearing, Brownpaw was already sniffling with emotion. The camp was full of life, just like it should be. She wouldn't have to be alone anymore...
She didn't know where to go next. Whether she should claim a nest in the apprentice's den, find someone she knew to say hello to, see Grousepaw and Mossfreckle... Brownpaw hadn't felt this emotional in so long.
She couldn't stop herself from sobbing, her paws noticeably trembling.
"Hic..."
[
open!! to any cat 7 moons or younger, they definitely wouldn't recognize brownpaw, but an older clanmate probably would.]