[Estelle]

Like very often these days, Sleepypaw had emerged from her grandmother’s den, taking a seat within the new familiar clearing – not straying far from where she slept – contemplating the day’s activity. Today camp appeared rather crowded and the apprentice wasn’t quite fond of that, but used the general lack of crowd around Miss Grandmama’s den as an escape. At least, from the few who daren’t stray too close. Her eyes scanned the crowd, hoping to find a familiar face such as her mama and Miss Grandmama. She had been wanting to get a started with her training, requiring the skill and knowledge to live up to their expectations, when an unfamiliar warrior addressed her. She knew the stranger was addressing her by use of name, yet for several moments she ignored the name of the one who spoke to her. The warrior wanted to sit with her, however, and Sleepypaw wasn’t quite fond of that… Infiltration of personal space. She blinked blankly, a ‘why’ dancing on her tongue, though they had already given a silly reason. As such she gave no reply, instead casting her gaze back onto the clearing to inspect its crowded presence, deeming the lithe feline could… Somehow be telling a truth. Perhaps. The lack of response ultimately serving as silent permission to take a seat at her side; a glance wondering why this cat had sought her out specifically.


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