|The golden evening light faded slowly over OneClan camp. A small dappled she settled in the branches atop a nearby tree, overlooking the chatter of cats below. Black ones, ginger ones, white ones, gray ones. She mused over the strange and alien pelt colors such as that of Wavestep. It had been moons since OneClan was formed, and she still held in her mouth a distaste for all these strangers she was now responsible for feeding. |
Up here, she expected not to be disturbed. CreekClan and MoorClan weren't much for climbing trees so she often sat here to avoid her evening duties. Silverpelt began to glimmer through the branches of the leaves. Pearfrost looked up. StarClan was supposed to be there, watching over the living and guiding their paws. She wondered silently if her family bothered watching over their runty, remaining member that was Pearfrost. Not that she ever cared for them anyway.
When she watched cats like those of the camp below, Pearfrost watched with only bleak amusement. Now that her first love Falconcry was quarantined and likely dead, Pearfrost could care less. She gazed beyond the Clan lands, wondering what life as loner might be like. The frosty molly lacked affection, lacked warmth, and lacked any sort of attachment to this ragtag group of StarClan-fearing cats.
Or so she thought. If Pearfrost craved love and attention, she would never admit it.
A familiar scent caught in her nostrils, accompanied by the rustle of leaves. Had someone followed her into her solace? What a bore. Since all the Clans came together there were simply too many cats around. Pearfrost could not get a single moment of quiet. The hairs prickled on her back as she stood up, ready to hiss a challenge at whatever mouse-brain it was that disturbed her peace.
LAIKA OF GS!