Puddlepaw yawned, stretching, as she padded out of the medicine den—she was finally beginning to fall into the swing of things with Honeydrop. "I'm going out!" She called, waited for an answer—"'Course I will!"—and then shook out her blue-grey fur, heading toward the entrance of camp. Her blue eyes were bright, but quickly began to darken as they met her sister's.
"Wolfpaw." She greeted, but it came out as more of a question than a statement. She'd grown weary of her sister since the Gathering, but the same adoring love blossomed in her chest whenever she saw her closest littermate.
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❝do not go gentle into that goodnight; rage, rage, against the dying of the light.❞
dylan thomas
owltalon // mosspaw // puddlepaw
skyclan newly appointed warrior - riverclan apprentice - shadowclan medicine apprentice