[yummyluc]

@king kaleb!

The expanse of territory wasn't something completely unfamiliar to Marshfur, of course, despite how out of it she was most of the time. Walks were something she enjoyed, one of the few things these days. Perhaps it was the fresh air, maybe it was the peaceful isolation that kept her head clear. If she were being honest, she didn't quite know. As blank as she was, she did feel sometimes. Being on walks, whatever the weather, just felt like home to Marshfur. Back in the camp, she felt closed off, trapped. Everything that haunted her was held there, the fate of her parents, her sister, her love interest. Her hope. Every time she entered the camp, suddenly walls were closing in on her, doors were slamming shut, and she was alone. Out here, in the territory, the wild, it felt good. This was where she belonged, and maybe deep down, she knew it.

Silently, she padded through the forest, paws making soft noises against the grass with each step. She was a few steps behind Daydream, eyes to her feet, as if afraid to let the overwhelming sense of freedom take her. The sense of being able to breathe, the weight of her shame being lifted off her chest. In the presence of another cat, she felt she could not give in to the urge to feel okay, even for a short while.

"I know you asked me to help you gather herbs," She said suddenly, eyes glued to each blade of grass she pressed beneath her paws, "But why do you want me out here?"