[Pepperkins]

Morana
[ @Exis @Romulus @Tiabirb @Moonpatch ]

A shimmer glinted in the entrance of the medic ward as a shard of glass came clattering out of the dimly lit alley of bricks. Following it, a muzzle poked out, soon greeted by the rest of the multi-shaded brown molly. Her tail lashed irritably behind her as she heard the yowl of her litter mate, the flattening of her ears quickly accompanying it. Did she always need to be so loud? Her teeth gritted against the small herbs she held in her mouth, tearing a few of the leaves and resisting the urge to gag as the dried plant rested on her tongue.

Casting a quick glance up at a tire resting high above the camp, Morana raised a brow at the harsh tone of Clyde as he stepped out. What had is whiskers in a twist? Turning her sharp gaze towards Snarl and Fox as they left their nests, she couldn't help but let out a purr of amusement at how irritated they looked.

"It would be wonderful if my herbs could get a break, this is the third batch of catmint to go bad this moon because I haven't gotten a chance to go through the stash," she mumbled, sarcasm lacing her voice as she spat the dead herbs out, turning to Quincy as he spoke and resisting a laugh. Bonbon? Now what in the world...