She had found her way out of camp once more… and she was here, because there wasn’t much places to go to begin with. It was all the same rock-y terrain. She didn’t mind much though. Wisteriawren had spent most of her life in solitude, so loneliness was no stranger.
And despite it all… she didn’t mind the new world around her either. Wisteriawren loved the natural world and all that it contained. Idly padding through the territory, the molly would pause every now and then to tuck flowers in her fur until she was brimming (a bit of an exaggeration) with them.
[ Open to… outsiders? ]
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❝ Leaving them feeling betrayed.
Breaking the bonds that you've made. ❞
Floodsight ◆ she/her | 20 moons | Mind Reader ; Beefed Up T1 ; empty slot
At Heroneye's word, Floodsight gazed up into the sky. Clouds covered most the surrounding area giving the world around them a dim grayish hue to the landscape. The amount of large predatory birds around the mountains was nerve-wracking, one could easily take a kit away in a blink of an eye.
"Mhm, okay," Floodsight agreed with the mottled molly, making sure to take a mental note to check the skies once in a while. This hasn't been much of a problem back in their old camp, there was sure enough forests to cover overhead and most birds were for eating. Not that Floodsight liked defeathering the winged creatures.
The pale warrior made her way to Heroneye, padding closely to keep up. It felt like there was quite the distance they had to travel to even catch something. But on the prospect of feeding the clan, Floodsight's eyes did light up a little.
The breeze blew in Floodsight's long fur and the wind filled her lung with cool air. With a small sigh, Floodsight wondered how long it would take to dry off her fur in the mountain, especially without the sun shining and warming their pelts. "I miss home..."
Floodsight corrected herself, hoping the other warrior didn't mistook what she said. Afterall they left their camp just a moment ago, "Our real home, I mean."
She had found her way out of camp once more… and she was here, because there wasn’t much places to go to begin with. It was all the same rock-y terrain. She didn’t mind much though. Wisteriawren had spent most of her life in solitude, so loneliness was no stranger.
And despite it all… she didn’t mind the new world around her either. Wisteriawren loved the natural world and all that it contained. Idly padding through the territory, the molly would pause every now and then to tuck flowers in her fur until she was brimming (a bit of an exaggeration) with them.
[ Open to… outsiders? ]
The orange molly was wondered through the lands. She was very far from her homelands of the caverns that the twolegs abandoned a time longer than she had been alive. There was the scent of clan cats through the air and she did her best to avoid the scents to not get herself into a tousle. That was the last thing that she wanted, it would be an unfair fight given her burn scar covered a lot of her body and stole an eye. She wasn't sure how kind these cats would be but this molly was running away. Running from herself and her sorrows. Then her eye landed on a lone molly plucking flowers. This couldn't be one of those weirdos right? Her fur glistened like all the house cats she had seen before all her life. Well, she wasn't sure why a kittypet was all the way out here but she was curious. Were they thinking of joining a clan? Isn't this place far from them? Oh there was so many questions.
With that she padded right up to the shecat. "Quite far from home kitty kat. Aren't your twolegs missing you?" She said calmly as she sat down by the flowers and softly pawed at them. She tried to seem not that interested in the conversation but oh she was jumping out of her pelt in curiosity.
Wisteriawren had been strolling along peacefully (or, as at peace as a stressed cat can be) but had stopped a little while back, gaze set in a certain direction of her surroundings. See, a bit further off, the former kittypet could see the distant flickers of fireflies. They were very faint, since the sun was still up, but... fireflies. How she'd loved watching them when she was younger.
So engrossed was she that she didn't even notice the outsider until they were upon her, and Wisteriawren startled, turning towards the orange molly, and now that she wasn't facing away it was evident how scrawny and underfed she appeared. "Oh. Um, hello." Her gaze drifted around uncertainly. "My twolegs... I don't..." The RiverClanner trailed off hesitantly, and then forced herself to relax, a hopeful, friendly smile tipping her mouth upward. "I'm really far from home, you're right, but... I suppose it's nice out here." She hesitated. "Though... I don't think you're supposed to be here." Her attention flitted to a butterfly nearby.
Wisteriawren had been strolling along peacefully (or, as at peace as a stressed cat can be) but had stopped a little while back, gaze set in a certain direction of her surroundings. See, a bit further off, the former kittypet could see the distant flickers of fireflies. They were very faint, since the sun was still up, but... fireflies. How she'd loved watching them when she was younger.
So engrossed was she that she didn't even notice the outsider until they were upon her, and Wisteriawren startled, turning towards the orange molly, and now that she wasn't facing away it was evident how scrawny and underfed she appeared. "Oh. Um, hello." Her gaze drifted around uncertainly. "My twolegs... I don't..." The RiverClanner trailed off hesitantly, and then forced herself to relax, a hopeful, friendly smile tipping her mouth upward. "I'm really far from home, you're right, but... I suppose it's nice out here." She hesitated. "Though... I don't think you're supposed to be here." Her attention flitted to a butterfly nearby.
Ah so she hit the nail dead on the head with this one. She murred in amusement at this. Then she grew a more serious look on her face. "I feel like I'm not really supposed to be anywhere. Can't go back home, can't go forwards." She chuckled softly at how sad that all this sounded but it was true. "Do you feel like you are supposed to be here yourself? You seemed a little stressed darling." The molly asked the other one with an eyebrow raised. Truly this loner had no worries about this warrior starting a fight with her. She just seemed too nice for all that, and it would be pretty rude to attack a partially blind shecat, wouldn't it be? Well some rogues were willing to do that but again, this cat radiated an aura of nice to her. Yet she seemed cagey around the talk of twolegs, did something bad happen between her and the twolegs. If so she would be willing to fight them—If she was the size of one of those big cats she saw permanently frozen to the wall.
Oh yeah that is right, names were never given out. "So what did your twolegs name you,.. or I suppose what name do you call yourself now?" She asked gently before she started to groom her burned shoulder. Her scars seem to get dirty faster than her fur, it was honestly more annoying than the itch they sometimes had.
"Alright, I can work with that." He said with a nod. "It's like having a new apprentice." He joked, wading into the water until he was about belly deep. "Come on now, it's a little cold, but not too bad." He encouraged the she-cat, tail slapping the surface of the water as a way to beckon her in.
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