Snapjaw ♠ She / Her ♠ Riverclan warrior ♠ 27+ Moons
Snapjaw yawned as she rose to her paws and padded out of camp, might as well go hunting. The large Riverclan warrior walked quietly through the territory, the last couple of moons replaying in her head, her sister's death, that night that she and Lilyglide had gotten stuck out of camp in a storm and had to make a makeshift den to avoid potentially getting sick- or worse.
It was strange, how a cat she'd never talked to seemed to care so much. She'd never understood that, how can you worry or even care about a cat you don't even know? She furrowed her brows as she thought.
By the time she was out of her thoughts, she'd wandered out into outsider territory. Wait- Where am I? Once she recognized the area her pelt began to bristle.
This... this is where Cedar had been killed and where my coward brother ran away... She tried her best to keep her outward demeanor calm and collected though despite the rising anxiety.
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Ghost of Red }