[Mica]

 

Originally Posted by talle

After her pathetic display of cowardice at Starry Meadow, Bravebird was trying to be more active around the Clan. So when she heard Crowtooth speak of telling a story, the lilac warrior grinned and padded over. A story about how despicable those kelp-smelling wet floppy fish were? Oh, count her in. Already her paws were making their way towards the tunneller, tail high in the air. Something about the introduction of the story sparked familiarity within her, as if it had been a tale told to her long ago - but trying to poke and pry it from the depths of her foggy pre-death memories was futile. So instead she took a seat, tucking both her front and hind paws underneath her in a full loaf position.

Hawkfur
WindClan
he/him | 48 moons
[Russet tabby with tuxedo markings and sky blue eyes]
Purrks: Flock Together T3
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Hawkfur glanced up when Crowtooth mentioned a story, intruige sparking in the warrior's eyes. He hesitated at first, eyeing the gathering cats nervously. He was a bit wary of joining a large group, still a bit socially stunted after moons of isolation. But just listening couldn't hurt, right? Hawkfur padded to the edge of the crowd, getting ready to settle down before he noticed a familiar pelt nearby Crowtooth. All at once, his nerves dissipated like morning dew, and Hawkfur found himself striding over to Bravebird, giving her a smile before hunkering down at her side, forming a lovely little russet loaf.