[Pending] Wrenseeker

[Neptune.]

In their presence, any cat would feel small.

Keen eyes gaze at you, judging you for your worth. You know you are not the first cat to come here - nor will you be the last. But you've come with a mission, and all you have to do is sell yourself.

"What makes you stand out from the rest of the cats who want another chance?"

Wrenseeker
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12 moons || she/her || StarClan Warrior || Silver Tongue
long furred silver smoke she-cat; blue eyes

"Bit hard to stand out in this crowd," the silver molly replies, and there's something dryly sarcastic in her words. She's almost certain she knows how a number of cats plead their cases 'i have kin i miss! i wasn't done living!' and those are all pathetic reasons... but Wrenseeker would be a liar if she said she didn't think herself to be in a similar stream. Truthfully, she wasn't done living, she still had so much to do, so much to see and experience. She isn't done.

"I'll be frank, I'm probably very similar to a number of faces who've come here pleading to go home because they think they deserve it - but I don't deserve it, don't deserve much, but I do want it. My life was taken from me in my Clan's exile, I want to go home. They'll need more paws come leaf-bare. I can help. All I can do while dead is watch 'em, visit their dreams. That's not helpin' anyone." It sounds lackluster and pathetic even as she says it, and she knows that if she's allowed a second chance, she will not be the same - the eagle had taken her eyes before it took her life, she very well might be a liability. But she does not hide the fact that she knows this. It's clear she's more than aware of that fact.

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