| Dapplebreeze |
68 Moons - WindClan Fury Lieutenant
Agatha Kitty - Active | Silver Tongue - Active | Beefed Up [Tier 3] - Inactive
Round paws made her way through the clearing and towards the base of the Galewood as she heard the leader's call. There was relief at the sight of her return clearly etched in the she-cat's blue eyes. Her first instinct had been to join in on the battle, but then something peculiar had happened. Lightningstorm had stayed behind. This was... not something she would have guessed of the petite healer. It was no secret that she loathed the clan. And quite frankly, while she did not agree with her view on life, after what she had been dealt in her short life, the fury found she couldn't bring herself to blame her for it. And yet she had seemingly pepped up of late. She could be seen by the entrance of her den more often. Grinning. A twinkle back in her eye. One would assume because of the birth of her mate's kits and yet... she hadn't gone visit them. Not really. So something was up. She could feel it in her very marrow.
So she remained behind. As much to keep an eye on the calico as she did to keep an eye on her own daughter. StarClan knew how stubborn her darling bird was. She hadn't been informed yet. Of the obvious pregnancy. But after having been through not one but two of her own, Dapplebreeze believed she could trust her gut on such matters, or so she hoped, because goodness was she giddy at the thought. Grandkits! And perhaps these would... actually know her. She would not make the same mistake. Not again.
It was instant. Her desire to seek out her daughter after such thoughts. And yet her eyes met another familiar form that drew her in instead. The massive, scarred feline with eyes so intense they felt like they could almost match her passion for the clan in grumpiness alone. He'd remained behind as well. She was certain he would have had his own grounds for staying. The commander had never been one to shy away from a battle without motive before, and she was certain this raid was no exception. And yet for some reason, she found herself less intrigued in the explanation and more so simply craving his company. Mismatched ears twitching for only a moment, she padded forward, a small, polite purr of greeting rumbling in her throat as she reached him.
A look into his grimacing face made it clear to her that he was in no mood for small talk. Despite her preference for some manner of communication between herself and whoever she was sitting besides, she found he spoke loudest with actions... and seemingly heard them better than words as well. With little more than the purr to announce herself, Dapplebreeze sat comfortably besides him, allowing her tail to gently run along his back in a soothing motion. Her own teasing way of letting him know she had no intention of leaving his side for now, even if she wasn't quite improper enough to verbally state so. There was a vast difference between a playful motion and irritable chatter, and she knew better than to toe the line between both, especially when she had no intention of truly annoying the brown and white tom.
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Moonraven [Batglare]
Re: WindClan Galewood
