Smokefern
|| She/her || 35 Moons || Warrior ||
The last few days had been busy, at least for Smokefern. All the usual warrior stuff seemed to just take up her time, and when it wasn't, she found her thoughts drifting to her mate or many of the other things her mind liked to ponder over. As Smokefern padded out of the warrior's den, her pale blue eyes scanned the clearing. Looking for someone who might be in need of something to do.
There was Mosstangle, staring at the entrance of camp. It had been a little while since they'd exchanged anything other than pleasantness. The last time had to of been when they went to grab flowers. You know, she never knew how that ended up going for her and Blackjaw. The gray and white she-cat padded over and settled on the root besides her.
"Waiting for someone to bring you back some flowers?"
( @namen_roodles -Mosstangle)