[ghostwriter]

Originally Posted by Larkstripe

@Rani
(Oop sorry, I totally forgot to move the post, my bad)

Tallfern paused, listening carefully to the accomplished warrior’s explanation. If this was her position, she had truly denounced Leopardstrike’s inflexible idea of clan loyalty, which, very well could have been a contributing factor to their tumultuous parting of ways. She nodded slowly, “Your friend makes a fair point,” she agreed, “None of us are cold, unfeeling soldiers, despite how hard we may try to be.” She paused, bristling in embarrassment at the sight of the bedraggled tufts of calico hair ornamenting the undergrowth, “Oh bother, I’ve been scalped.” She huffed, “Yes, when I last saw the goblin it was rooting around beneath one of these pines...”
She lifted her muzzle to the air and inhaled deeply, emerald eyes narrowed in concentration. She stalked across the forest floor, her heavily feathered paws silent against the pine straw. Despite her size, she was a fairly agile cat; surprisingly graceful as she tracked the remnant scent. The fading tincture led her to the base of a massive pine, where she glanced up into the thick fronds.
“There you are, you bramble troll.” She hissed quietly. About halfway up the trunk, a massive fox squirrel was perched on a limb, plucking the seeds from a pinecone. Tallfern lashed her feathered tail in aggravation. She couldn’t make it up to her quarry even if she wasn’t mildly terrified of heights.

@Rani bump?