charitypaw
LIKE MACHINES DO
Charitypaw has wandered too far - without the aid of a mentor, the soft furred apprentice doesn't have someone to leash him. Her paws anchor to the moorlands of WindClan, not because of duty or loyalty, but for her remaining kin that seem to thrive there. And yet, the edges of the land beckon her. Tall wildgrasses slowly give to short, plush clearings. Smaller croppings of flowers, different prey, and a tree much too large for its own good. Greedy with life, it is - but there is no use in finding anger there. Charitypaw in leaving his home is greedy with life, too.
A crunch in the distance signals her to a bystander in her quiet theatre. Charitypaw tilts her expression, finding the shape of a stranger approaching from the distance. "Hello, there," not enraptured by the danger of it all, she offers the other a smile. "And who may you be?"