Hollowmumble, -- 43 Moons / Windclan Cat -- Ages on the 14th
Black spotted ghost tabby with bright amber eyes.
She is friendly, yet quiet, and always willing to help.
It was a cold day in the grassland. Winter had set in, strong and unmoving, bringing with it the cruel wind that chilled you to the bone. Hollowmumble was not so lucky as to have a long coat during this season, unlike many of the others. Her fur, as always, remained short and thin. The only place she ever found true warmth these days was in the warriors den, huddled up besides Cloverbloom. Her paws were constantly cold, but that didn't stop her from going out every single day. There were cats to feed and keep healthy. Nothing would stop her from providing for them the best she could.
She had Ripplemist and Jaypaw with her today, two cats she didn't have much familiarity with, despite living in the same clan for months and months. She just hoped they were good hunters. Prey was scarce, chased underground by the chill up above. If they were to catch much, they would have to have their wits about them. Unfortunately, fate seemed to have it out for her, today...
She had Ripplemist and Jaypaw with her today, two cats she didn't have much familiarity with, despite living in the same clan for months and months. She just hoped they were good hunters. Prey was scarce, chased underground by the chill up above. If they were to catch much, they would have to have their wits about them. Unfortunately, fate seemed to have it out for her, today...










