R A I N
what a shame we all became
Paws shuffled anxiously over the frozen ground as Rain eyed the entrance to camp. The kits were nearby, playing amongst themselves, and she did her best to split her attention between them and the treeline. Her ears swiveled constantly, keeping an ear out for any sounds of distress or incoming pawsteps. In truth, she was having trouble paying attention to anything. Her mind was a vortex of worries, an instability, a fear of the future. The kits had reached their fourth moon already - she couldn't believe it. She'd watched them grow as the weather grew colder and the clan grew leaner.
As always, guilt gnawed at her. Who was she to call herself a Skyclan cat when she'd done nothing to contribute? All she had to offer were 4 more hungry mouths - and they were hungry in their growth. Her own belly rumbled, but she hesitated to approach the prey pile. She would make sure the next hunting patrol brought a decent haul of prey before she took anything. It was only fair, to her. She knew the code declared queens, kits, and elders eat first, but she didn't mind waiting. Her claws itched with the desire to run out and hunt again, to grab Quailstep or Teaselfeather and spend the day wandering the woods, providing for her clan. But, as she glanced toward the kits, she let out a soft breath. Soon. In the meantime, she owed it to her kits to be their mother first, young cat second.
Pawsteps drew her attention to the edge of camp, and she straightened her posture instinctively. At the head of the patrol was the source of her anxiety: Hawkstar, Skyclan's king. She held an inscrutable expression, as always, and anxiety stirred a storm in her belly. Was now a good time, after all? Should she wait? No, she decided. She had to get it over with.
Forcing herself to her paws, she murmured a gentle reminder about behaving oneself to her kits and gave her shoulder a quick lick to smooth the fur. Then, satisfied, she padded towards Hawkstar, stiff-legged in her attempt at looking confident but polite. She dipped her head in greeting and, trying to keep the quiver from her voice, addressed the king,
"Hawkstar, I was wondering if I could speak with you?"
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OOC: @Hawkstar
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KEY:
"speech"
thoughts
attempted action
"other character's speech"
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sleek grey she-cat with white paws, tailtip, face, and chin
she/her
loner
16 moons