put on a happy face [closed]

Cedarheart rose, quietly padding towards the exit to go on another solo patrol. But she was usually so social, it must have been getting the slightest bit suspicious. She had to keep moving, otherwise, her cover would be blown. If she said she wasn't feeling good, she would be coddled in the medicine den and give everyone some worry.

Looking towards the nearest cat, who happened to be her friend Robinloft, she smiled. Hopefully it was convincing enough. ”Hey Robinloft! Wanna come hunt?” she asked, green eyes glowing with emotion. She wished that emotion was joy.

Something had been... off, about Cedarheart. It was a similar vibe that Robinloft had felt come from a cat before, but she couldn't put her toebean paw on which cat she recognized the feeling from. All she knew is that it concerned her, no matter how much Cedarheart tried to hide it. The she-cat knew all too well about covering emotions, as she found herself doing the same at times. Even so, she wouldn't say anything. Maybe she would ask her how she was doing later... but she wanted to leave it alone for now, it was just her nature. It wasn't her business after all, but she found herself thinking that this had to do about what Cedarheart was hiding over the past few moons.

Raising her head at the mention of her name, she found herself face-to-face with the very she-cat she had been lost in thought about. "Oh... yeah, sure." She kept her cheerful tone despite being suspicious. Pulling herself up from the ground, she shook out her pelt before following the tabby to the entrance. "So, where do you want to go? Anywhere specific you have in mind?"

Cedarheart smiled, and suddenly she had the urge to pour it all out to her friend. But would Robinloft tell Nettlestar? Would she give away her secret? That would be the right thing to do, something a good warrior would do, wouldn’t it? Deciding to think about it, she shrugged. ”Wherever we can find food, now that it’s getting cold.”

Leading the way through the forest, she stopped at a clearing. ”How has Kitepaw’s training been?” the warrior was Cedarheart’s daughter’s mentor, and she was genuinely curious about how her kits had been doing.

She stalked a small bird, eyes locked on its blue feathers.

The member 'deer' has done the following action : Dices roll

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'Hunting Dice' : 7