Reaching Stones Valley

[Morrigan]

Rosemary
Loner

"Ugh, Aren't I a lucky lady today?" Came the cynical retort of a Rosy furred she-cat as a mouse scurried away from her. So much for hunting. Why couldn't she just catch one little rodent, huh? Just one! Frustration convinced her to give up for today. Rosemary could find food some other time, no use wasting her energy now.

In one giant leap, the loner perched herself on one of the large stones that twolegs often visted and flopped onto the cool surface. Dark blue eyes drifted across the landscape as she surveyed the wolrld sideways. It had been hard for her since her former mate ran away from some other molly but she managed. Afterall, she didn't need assholes in her life. Laying in absolute silence, Rosemary watched clouds go by for what seemed like hours but she had no concept of time anymore.

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[Rose]

She/Her | Purrk(s): Dreamwalker & Bewitched

What a strange place this is. Then again, Nutmeg herself is a rather strange creature. Strange in ways that cannot be seen at first glance. For now, she forages among the frosted clumps of grass, murmuring soft nothings under her breath. Her russet fur gleams in the weak sunlight - but there is no warmth to be found here, with the chilling bite the wind brings with it.

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