Hazelstorm sighed, and, padding through the territory, her fur bristling as it came in contact with brambles, thorns and frozen leaves heavy with frost. The tabby paused as the wind moaned around her and without looking back, she lifted her head and embraced the nature that tried to knock her off her feet. She was silent for a long time, biting her cheek inside her mouth, her ears pricked. She didn't know what to say but what was there to say?
"Tell me," she meowed finally.
"when did you first notice me?"
Frankly Hazelstorm was rather intrigued and curious. She'd always kept to herself and been the black sheep of her friend group, and she wanted to know what really was so interesting about her that had caught the silver Molly's attention. She sat down on the frozen mulch below her paws, curling her tail around her paws, and kept her back to Wolfsong, a storm of thoughts expressed clear as day on her face.
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