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Post by amber on Jun 20, 2020 21:12:14 GMT
Pebblestar scented the air lightly as she wove through the sparsely located grass. The ground was softened by sand and the billowing breeze caused a shiver to dance along her spine. It was a shocking revelation for the young molly to realise just how used to Mossclan territory she was.
Typically, a breeze would never have bothered her. Coming from Shellclan biting winds were commonplace. But hidden deep within the damp forests where the air was thick and the wind was stopped by the towering trees - Pebblestar had grown used to a still yet comforting air. Huffing in laughter at her own musings, the young leader pushed on wards and continued to scent the border as she did so.
Her mind would forever wonder onto think about the different Clans and how they were settling in. Did they have enough food? Enough protection? Were they an ally? Or an enemy? It was enough to give anyway a headache if thought about too much so, to distract, Pebblestar trotted up a sandy mound and settled down into a comfortable sit - simply observing her surrounds and scenting the air.
As she did so, a familiar yet unfamiliar scent caught her attention. Eyes narrowing and brain quickly trying to assess who the smell belonged to, Pebblestar failed to notice any approaching her. Cat: PebblestarClan:MossclanTags:meowbbi@noctemq Words:227
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