Lavenderspring has waited days since her ceremony. In fact, she intended to wait until the gathering - the moon's phases shifted ever so slowly, but soon enough it would arrive and she would be in attendance, and so would he... but tonight, beneath a for-once clear sky, the blue furred molly feels that red string pull on her heart. With perhaps too much ease, she slips from camp once again, allowing her paws to find their way to the river. At least this time, she needn't worry about a mentor breathing down her neck. Her sister, maybe... but surely Juncopaw has more to focus on now that she's up for warriorhood traditionally.
Her paws slip into the ice cold river water on accident, and she takes a moderate step back in shock. Her eyes blink the surprise away and she looks across the shore. If she has any luck, Asterpaw will be here soon. If the red string pulled on him, too, and tugged him all the way to their disputing rocks. Even now as she waits for the dark furred moggy, Lavenderspring wonders if she can sneak a small hunting session at the base of those stones. The mice that must run about there... not her favorite meals by any stretch, but a meal is a meal, and they have so many mouths to feed.
Her attention snaps back up when the undergrowth across the way shifts. Pupils pinpoint to see through the dimness of the night, hoping to only see that umber shaded tom as he pulls through the thrall of decayed branches.
@ASTERDUST
Her paws slip into the ice cold river water on accident, and she takes a moderate step back in shock. Her eyes blink the surprise away and she looks across the shore. If she has any luck, Asterpaw will be here soon. If the red string pulled on him, too, and tugged him all the way to their disputing rocks. Even now as she waits for the dark furred moggy, Lavenderspring wonders if she can sneak a small hunting session at the base of those stones. The mice that must run about there... not her favorite meals by any stretch, but a meal is a meal, and they have so many mouths to feed.
Her attention snaps back up when the undergrowth across the way shifts. Pupils pinpoint to see through the dimness of the night, hoping to only see that umber shaded tom as he pulls through the thrall of decayed branches.
@ASTERDUST