Raven- black molly with white paws and dark green eyes
Raven was aptly chasing a small hare, unaware that she was on a clan's territory. Her soft, jet black paws quietly stepped on the sandy ground as she snapped her prey's neck. "
Should I bury this prey and catch more... or... should I head back?" She shrugged. "
Eh, maybe I should head back. This place smells weird. But I kinda like it." The black molly headed back, thoughts racing in her mind.
There are clan cats here... Mother told me. And I caught prey on their
territory!!! Oh snap. I should definitely
head back. But these ones are the really fast ones. I'll never outrun them. Maybe I should return it? Raven stopped halfway, heading back into the windy moor. "
Hello? Any clan cats here? I'm sorry I caught prey on your territory, my bad, I didn't see where I was going, and I'd like to return this. Maybe I should bring something from my territory to make up for it?"