Having finally made some progress in her suffering with much thanks given to Fawnshine, Mottlestar was actually out of her nest for once. It had felt much more like a prison, truth be told, than a place to rest as her body fought off the coughs, sneezes, and plethora of other symptoms that had made her miserable. She hadn't quite the strength yet to go out on full patrols, but at least she had the ability to do something aside from perpetually mope. Spotting one of her clanmates - Softpaw, if she remembered correctly - the tortoiseshell had an idea. She hadn't had the time to practice the feral tongue with Vinecrawler recently, either. Perhaps now would be a good time?
Approaching quietly, the leader donned a smile as she murred, "Hi, Softpaw." It was harder for her to form the syllables, but... she did it right, didn't she?
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