[teddy.]

Dogs stomach was noticeable, her tortoiseshell self seemed to bulge with kittens yet to grace this world. Her scars stretched to deal with the new addituon of several little ones inside of her, and for that, she was hungry. Constantly.

Her nose has sniffed out the rather pungent scent of the dockyard with ease but with practically no skills regarding water, she was useless.

Dog frowned into the crystal clear lake, a deep sigh exhaling her as she began to groom her large stomach. "How the hell Riverclan managed to fish i do not know," she grumbled under voice, mind drifitng back briefly to Bumblebelly. Was he a good fisher now? The tom always had a skill for frog hunting but this was a whole different game.

Hee stomach rumbled impatiently, concern plastered across the one eyed molly, as she let her singular green eye search around the small camp for the opportunity of food.

{ OPEN!! }