[Mica]

 

Originally Posted by sturgeonwind

Quietlizard arrived, hoping that maybe his not spotting of Pale...... rift... was a meaning that she wasn't here.

Palerift
WindClan Warrior
she/her | 22 moons
[White long-furred she-cat with pale silver eyes]
Purrks:
⋆˖⁺‧₊☽ The Princess ☾₊‧⁺˖⋆
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But of course she was. She was always there, just like he was always there. They couldn't avoid each other no matter how hard they both tried, like they'd been bound together by fate. Ha, fate. If fate were real surely hers was more than mediocre clan duties and sitting alone in the warrior's den. Palerift's eyes glowed white in the moonlight, the sheer weight of the gathered clans' emotions piling onto her and muddling her expressions. Maybe she should have stayed home. Could be getting some quality Alone Time in the warriors den right now.

As always, Quietlizard and Palerift's eyes met, both of them tensing for a battle that was purely mental.