[Cosmo]

Originally Posted by Doodle

Willowsky had been sitting off on her own in the clearing, basking in the sun and allowing it to heat up her short pelt. Now was the time of year she enjoyed, where she'd be comfortable rather than freezing. The white molly hated the cold and always looked forward to Greenleaf, appreciating the heat that brought good meals with it. Perking up, she stopped licking the paw that had been held to her mouth, placing it down as she watched a fellow warrior appear from the den. From his scanning of the clearing, the tom seemed to be looking for someone to talk to. While she wasn't the most extroverted of cats, she was always looking for someone to connect with, so hesitantly she called out to the feline. "Hey, over there! Don't leave just yet," her voice came out hurried when she noticed him padding over to the camp exit. She paused for a few heartbeats to gather up more courage- speaking to others, especially calling out across the clearing, worsened her anxieties. "Care to join me?"

Wolfheart froze at the sound of a cats voice. He turned around to see who had called his name. It was a molly, and he recognized her, he believed her name was Willowsky. The tom feeling rather embarrassed about her calling to him padded over to the molly. "I guess so..." He said, and then added ruder than he had expected. "I was planning on hunting." The tom realized the rude note in his voice but he didn't look at the molly to see her reaction. The gray tom wasn't in a bad mood, but the calling across camp "hey you there" had embarrassed him so he wasn't exactly feeling nice about the molly, even though she seemed nice enough. Wolfheart was a grumpy cat all in all.