Territory SkyClan pawprints in the snow // stormcrow

[[SNOWVEIL]]

SNOWVEIL, 90 moons / SkyClan + Perm Queen
A lean silver black lynx point with milky blue eyes and many scars
Delights in listening to all that goes around, can be a bit gruff, will put you on your place
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Snowveil padded forward with careful steps, a frown tugging at her features as her unseeing eyes fixed ahead. This new territory felt foreign to her, and she couldn't help but wonder how far she could wander before it became dangerous. She was a capable warrior, no doubt about that. But the land she once knew so well had been left behind, replaced by the unknown. Her paw brushed against a root, and she cursed quietly under her breath. " Mousedung. " She huffed, coming to a stop as the soft patter of pawsteps followed closely behind.

" I'm fine, Stormcrow. " Her voice was gruff, not wanting to show how frustrated she felt, how the unfamiliarity of it all gnawed at her patience. Back in the old place, she'd known every twist and turn, every rock and tree. Here, everything felt... harder. She hated to admit that, even to herself. She took a deep breath and turned her head, finally finding the familiar shape of her daughter. Lightly, she bumped against her.

" ...Thank you. For coming with me. "

DON'T LET MY CALM FOOL YOU

there's fire underneath this snow

 

[stormcrow]

Stormcrow watches her mother traipse through the snow, her usual confident steps now hesitant, careful. She was no fool; she did not try to help Snowveil, and she wouldn't, unless she explicitly asked for it. Her mother was strong. But this was unfamiliar land, unfamiliar trees and rocks and bends in the path. So she walks with her, quiet, watching. Snowveil stumbles slightly, paw catching on a gnarled root. She shakes it off, but turns to wait for Stormcrow to catch up.

"I know you are," she replies. "Only a root. It can hardly fight back," she purrs, trying to lighten the mood. Though she could never understand completely what it was like to see the world as her mother did, she could imagine the frustration– going from a place where you were familiar, knowing the land as the land knows you, to something completely different… It must be hard. A daughter's duty, then, to comfort. "Of course, mother."