(⏾) with all the chaos in camp, willowburn has been itching to get away for days now. as she pads along the river's shore, the water dapples silver in the moonlight, and she rolls her shoulders out, a deep sigh echoing from her chest. what have herself and smoke gotten themselves into? certainly the cats in the shipyard had worked together, shared prey, told stories to each other's young. but there had never been a clear leader, just like there had never been territory boundaries, or any hierarchy at all. willowburn likes the community aspect of the clan, but stars if the politics aren't annoying as hell. a yawn curls the tongue of the slender feline as they trod down to the shore, water washing over their paws until they feel grounded again. it is only as they settle down to fish a couple minnows for dinner that they hear it. a mewling, chirping sound in the reeds alerts the woman, and she is on her paws in an instant.
baby animals are almost never alone, and so she is cautious as she slinks into the tall grass, scenting the air for any predators. all she can smell is fresh river air, the musky scent of sand and mud, and... there! the unmistakable scent of twolegs. willowburn's jaw tenses, tail flitting between her legs. the mewling begins again, soft cries that fade gently into the rushing of the river. "hello?" the woman calls out, tense, wary. parting the reeds ahead of her, she spots an unnatural color. pale pink pelts line a woven nest, and inside... the feline gasps. four kittens, eyes wide and wary, tails puffed up in defense, stare out at her. the nest floats gently in the shallows of the river, protected from the current by the reeds and driftwood that close it in. "seas below," willowburn breathes, approaching with her eyes wide and head low. "hi, little ones,"
she sniffs them, and finds no smell of milk, no motherly scent indicating somecat may be looking. worry and sorrow wells within her, heartbreak for the poor little ones. stars, they look starved, hunger and fear shining in their wide eyes. "my name is willowburn. i... i come from a safe place, where there is warmth and food for you. i can take you there, if you'll let me." because these little ones look about as old as smoke's had when they'd moved to the river territory. they are capable of decision making to a certain extent. something washes over the dark tabby woman, an instinct of protectiveness, and she dips her head lower, to look as non threatening as she can. "do you have names, sweetlings?"
baby animals are almost never alone, and so she is cautious as she slinks into the tall grass, scenting the air for any predators. all she can smell is fresh river air, the musky scent of sand and mud, and... there! the unmistakable scent of twolegs. willowburn's jaw tenses, tail flitting between her legs. the mewling begins again, soft cries that fade gently into the rushing of the river. "hello?" the woman calls out, tense, wary. parting the reeds ahead of her, she spots an unnatural color. pale pink pelts line a woven nest, and inside... the feline gasps. four kittens, eyes wide and wary, tails puffed up in defense, stare out at her. the nest floats gently in the shallows of the river, protected from the current by the reeds and driftwood that close it in. "seas below," willowburn breathes, approaching with her eyes wide and head low. "hi, little ones,"
she sniffs them, and finds no smell of milk, no motherly scent indicating somecat may be looking. worry and sorrow wells within her, heartbreak for the poor little ones. stars, they look starved, hunger and fear shining in their wide eyes. "my name is willowburn. i... i come from a safe place, where there is warmth and food for you. i can take you there, if you'll let me." because these little ones look about as old as smoke's had when they'd moved to the river territory. they are capable of decision making to a certain extent. something washes over the dark tabby woman, an instinct of protectiveness, and she dips her head lower, to look as non threatening as she can. "do you have names, sweetlings?"
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WILLOWBURN⏾ SHE / THEY. RIVERCLAN WARRIOR. 36 MOONS. PENNED BY LAVS.
a lithe black smoke feline with ghost striping and leaf green eyes. long smoky fur dashed through with grey and white adorns her frame, sliced across by darker stripes that frame her face and legs. eyes like sage, brilliantly green, gaze with an intelligent look. she is scarred across the bridge of her angular nose.
