Ever since Sass and Merry had their fight, Maremane has been … avoidant of Hollowmumble and the apprentices. Especially Meadowpaw, the betrayed expression that had struck across her face making Lucille's conscious twist. She hates it. She is justified, after all, because one of those toms were once a name held fondly on her mouth. Now, all she tastes is sour.
It makes her run more. Spending all that energy, anxiety cold on her breath. The grass whips past her, stinging carelessly across her shoulders and face. In this state, the sun's heat can barely catch her until she stops.
And she does stop after nearly bowling into the calico. Her run turns into an awkward hop, side-stepping @Meadowpaw as Maremane chokes back a gasp which thankfully doesn't emerge. It is hard not to feel like Meadowpaw is porcelain with her healing injuries and missing limb. Like the reckless bull that Maremane was would shatter the remaining three off.
Caught in an interaction, she pauses. Then, she offers, polite in a corporate way: "Hello."
It makes her run more. Spending all that energy, anxiety cold on her breath. The grass whips past her, stinging carelessly across her shoulders and face. In this state, the sun's heat can barely catch her until she stops.
And she does stop after nearly bowling into the calico. Her run turns into an awkward hop, side-stepping @Meadowpaw as Maremane chokes back a gasp which thankfully doesn't emerge. It is hard not to feel like Meadowpaw is porcelain with her healing injuries and missing limb. Like the reckless bull that Maremane was would shatter the remaining three off.
Caught in an interaction, she pauses. Then, she offers, polite in a corporate way: "Hello."