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Post by stealthybirb on Sept 3, 2021 22:37:18 GMT -5
Settled in the lush rolling expanse of flowers, Patchlily watched. Her fluffy figure laid out on it's side, short legs stretched. The meadows was usually her favorite place to be in SummerClan territory. Today she felt off, her minty green eyes scanning the color filled horizon with sorrow. Sometimes her mind wandered, wondering what it would be like to do something other than this. It's not as if she doesn't enjoy the meadows and her life. There are just moments spent wondering about all she could have been. A warrior? Leader? She's never been sure of anything other than the worried cries of her mother that still ring in her head. ❛Your legs are too small, you'll just be left behind. You'll fall. You won't be able to fight. This life is better for you my petal.❜ Swallowing hard, she turned her head, softly grooming her fluffy white shoulder. It was then she noticed the silhouette of another cat and jumped.
❝Oh! I didn't see you there. Hello~❞
Edited Sept 3, 2021 22:37:33 GMT -5 By stealthybirb
"Hello," Raccoonkit said, padding right up to Patchlily and leaning forward to touch noses with her, "My name's Raccoonkit, what's yours?"
With brown tabby fur with a white spot in his chest and green eyes, he was rather nondescript, save for a crescent shaped scar on the corner of his left eye. He seemed friendly enough, so, and gave off a lot of vibes that would remind Patchlily of Ratstar, for she was dealing with his son, "Oh, and how to you keep your fur so fluffy like that? It reminds me of mama's. I want to have fur like that, too!"
