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
@
ace.