She/Her - 31 Moons - ThunderClan
Pineblossom peered around the clearing, a squirrel in her maw. As she dropped it by the fresh-kill pile, she padded over to a nice basking spot in the sun and began grooming her pelt. She could hear a kit squeaking about herbs and... otters? The queens gaze raked over the kit and the large tom that the kit was addressing. She looked on, eyes emotionless but entertained nonetheless. (OPEN!)