between streams and meadows [p]

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Floodsight
◆ she/her | 21 moons | Mind Reader ; Beefed Up T1 ; empty slot

She's nervous. The usual calm and collected molly was nervous, they'll have to head back to soon and there's a million things running circles in her mind. Picking up more worries along the way. One by one. Fading had mentioned for their new camp to be by the cliffs, and it worried her a little more than she'd like to admit. Did they return from the mountain only to settle in another. She should place her trust in her leader, but she still had doubts nonetheless. Of course, it may have been the best choice for RiverClan, somewhere hidden, but Floodsight would've loved to return to open space where the sun shone, streams ran and meadows rolled about.

The lack of that made her heart dropped to her stomach and her claws sink into what should be the soft dirt, but instead it was the hard cold floor of the abandoned two-leg den RiverClan had temporarily settled into.

'Think good thoughts Floodsight.' She had told herself as she slowly returned to the cat she is supposed to be. 'Chin up, grow up.' Afterall, she had other she needed to take care of and there's a clan hungry to return.

The silverish cream warrior made a graceful leap and sat herself on the windowsill of a broken window, gazing ever so far into the horizon. Between the trees, bushes and vines. Just a few fox length away was home. Soon...soon they'll return.



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[wasp]

Waspmeadow
꒰ she-cat | warrior | 23 moons ꒱

Waspmeadow had been sitting in the one of the corners of the abandoned twoleg den, pondering about everything that had happened recently. For instance, would the clan react positively to their new home? How would the routine shift? Would Fadingstar ever truly trust the whole clan again after his assassination attempt? so many thoughts, so little answers.

Waspmeadow's mind was filled with doubt and concern, clearly displayed by the pensive look on her face. She sighed, a long, exasperated sigh, as her eyes focused on her paws below her. After a few minutes, she slowly looked up and glanced at her clanmates dotted around the room– they all seemed... tired. So was she.

Waspmeadow's eyes finally landed on Floodsight. A particularly pretty silver-pelted molly, who she observed had quite a sombre look on her face as she perched on the windowsill. Waspmeadow ambled over to the she-cat and leapt up to join her on the ledge, "hi" waspmeadow greeted sweetly, peering out of the cracked window at the scenery for a moment or two, "is it just me, or the whole idea of this move to live by the cliffs slightly daunting" she chuckled wearily

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