A Rat comes across the Flame of an Emerald. (P)

[Ghost of Red]

(( Emerald ))

* She padded around the clearing she called home. She was pacing around. her stomach growled at her, but she stifled it. She turned and started to pad away and into the undergrowth. She came upon the trace of mouse and stalked it for a good bit. She stopped when a rustling sounded nearby. She quickly hid and watched from an overgrown bush. *
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@Frozen Primrose

[Frozen Primrose]

Ratflame
She/her, 22 moons, Warrior
Mention - Emerald @Ghost of Red


Where was she at? The was the question that replayed in Ratflame's head as she cautiously moved through the undergrowth. It all started with her deciding to take a little walk out of camp, catch some prey on the way and go back to camp. Simple right? Apparently not, because somehow Ratflame had ended up lost. Her, lost? How embarrassing was that? Getting lost was something an apprentice did, not a warrior. She shook herself out of her thoughts, she could fret later, for now she needed to find her way back before it got too dark to see her paws in front of her face.