Post by Fireflake on Sept 1, 2020 6:36:17 GMT
Spirits were down. She didn't know what exactly did it-- there were too many things to choose from-- but there was nothing life-shattering going on. In her philosophy, that was a reason to celebrate! Well, that, or a reason to mope around bored, as she'd been doing for the past few days. On second thoughts, maybe she did know why the clan seemed so lifeless.
The tabby began slowly toward Tall Rock and found herself nearly running by the time she hopped up onto it. It was only when she stood on top, looking out on the clan, that she realized it was the wrong place to be. Instead, she leapt down and made her way to the center of camp. A little patrol strolled toward the exit at what seemed like a sluggish pace. "Cats of MothClan!" she called out. Eyes were on her. Excellent. "Who's up for a challenge?"
