The chilly air seemed to be the perfect topper to the current state of her life and a harsh reminder of Hawkheart's loss. Her nest felt ever colder without the warmth of her large and fluffy late mate to warm her at night. The thought of returning to her nest every night gave her anxiety and reluctance- due to this, her sleep was worse than ever. But for now, her chilled paws stalked over the moor next to Daisybreeze. It was a quiet walk, as they were on a serious mission to stock up the prey pile as much as they could before the prey started becoming more and more difficult to find. Only a few moments before, Coyotegrin and her daughter had broken off to chase down the prey they had scented with an agreement to meet on top of the ridge in which they had started. Once they had each collected their prey, the mother had silently agreed with herself to talk to her daughter about her recent behavior in camp and to her clanmates.
The hare sat before her, scrounging around like it seems they always do. Quietly, she stalked forward. Hope seemed lost when the rabbit looked up and stared directly at its predator before taking off at a sprint. Her speed didn't fail her, however, and soon it was dispatched and drug back up the ridge. Breathless, she set the meal down at the meeting spot and watched her daughter below working as a fine warrior. She was certainly proud, despite the recent happenings.
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Astra inclinant...
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"When there's nothing left to burn, you have to set yourself on fire."