YOU'RE WELCOME BITCH, THE SHOW IS FREE
I DON'T DO THE WALK OF SHAME - I STRUT
It had been a long time since the three of them just had a moment to be away from it all, the marshland was excellent for privacy if you knew where to go and the oversized willow she sat beneath formed a near perfect curtain around the trio; shrouding them from view and offering welcome shade in addition. It was getting warmer, the sun burning brighter overhead and a small part of her relished in it as she once felt she may not live to make it to Greenleaf - back in the colony the future had been bleak and unforgiving, she often wondered if she should have listened to Smogmaw's suggestion to leave but an odd part of her disliked the idea of upending her and her family's life again after finally settling in a place they could make their own. When her, Hollow and Blue had arrived at Fourtrees and were welcomed in, it was the closest to feeling safe that she'd felt in so long and even as that safety faltered she was hesitant to let go. The colony gave her so much, a loving mate, a kit of her own to adore and protect and even friends...former friends. Halfshade thinks briefly again of Shasta, ears flat as she recalled the other molly's blood staining her teeth. She remembers Straw, jovial and kind and despite his cowardice bravely dying to save his friends. The tortie blinks back the memories, shakes her head and lets her long pelt whip about her face before laughing suddenly, "Isn't this nice? We hardly talk much anymore, busy busy bees with this new clan. Tell me, how are you two doing? And WHEN am I going to be an auntie? Come now." At least one of them had to have inherited some charisma, when was she going to get little nieces and nephews to coo and fawn over?
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♥ I like turning heads - breaking necks ♥ Highheels in the morning.
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♥ — ShadowClan
♥ — She/Her
"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
♥ — Blue Torbie w/Blue & Orange Eyes.
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