shadows curl around the side of the moon, signaling that it's time for another meeting. this was a monthly occurrence the molly insisted upon, and yet, she debated on whenever or not to go. her clanmates were still injured and healing from their wounds, stirring occasionally whenever she checked their condition every few hours; deep down, she felt ashamed. swallowbreeze didn't want to show her face to the other medicine cats, but she also couldn't be cowardly.
she downs the necessary travel herbs with a sour face, and makes the journey. as she travels, the weather grows colder, a grim reminder that the cold season is not far. swallowbreeze's fur curls at the edges from the wind, and once she arrives to the moonstone, she nervously smooths it down to ignore any creeping anxiety. afterwards, she waits, ears pricked for any signs of movement. she should've dragged her paws more... being first isn't making this any easier.
she downs the necessary travel herbs with a sour face, and makes the journey. as she travels, the weather grows colder, a grim reminder that the cold season is not far. swallowbreeze's fur curls at the edges from the wind, and once she arrives to the moonstone, she nervously smooths it down to ignore any creeping anxiety. afterwards, she waits, ears pricked for any signs of movement. she should've dragged her paws more... being first isn't making this any easier.