as days go by [open]

As much as she'd dressed up her thoughts, layered them with the knowledge that she did miss ShadowClan (and a few specific cats more than most), Thalia had to admit she was enjoying herself. The lack of pressure, the lack of history, was something that was more freeing than she cared to think too deeply about. Even Fourtrees, where she'd been captured- her very first memories of that place were steeped in blood and death and the near-loss of her own pelt, let alone her life.

The forest was home as much as Asylum's camp had been, but they both were laced with painful history.

This place, though? It was quiet. It was peaceful. She could sleep in without any cat bothering her too much, chase after mice that were difficult to miss instead of difficult to catch, and other prey if she wanted more of a challenge for her lacking skills. There were dogs, yes, but they were more concerned with the strange and unfamiliar creatures.