withering; shrivelling (c)

Rose’s paws had brought her back to the barn once more.

The silvery molly flicked her tail, equal parts perplexed and annoyed with herself. Aye, this place was an oasis of abundance amidst the harsh season, practically overflowing with prey compared with the mazes of the city… and yet. She ought to head on. It wasn’t like the Clans offered her peace or shelter; to them, she was a threat, something to be driven off with unsheathed claws, to be scorned and scoffed at. They were stability, thought, safety, that sense of company and companionship that she so desperately longed for.

It wasn’t for her. She needed to remember that. If she wanted to eat today, she would have to catch it herself.

With a quiet sigh, the silvery molly slunk through the long grass surrounding the barn, catching the slightest hint of… squirrel? Stale, however; whatever prey had lingered here was long-gone. There were mice in the barn, but Bracken Wing and Whisper Ear had been kind to her, and she did not wish to deplete what was likely their only source of food. Perhaps… the scent of cat hit her nose, more recent and more young than the loners who lived in the barn, and in response Rose lifted her head warily.

The member 'cocoa' has done the following action : Dice roll

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'Hunting Dice' : 4