Ferndapple was stupid. That was the only thing that would explain why she was waiting at Fourtrees, attempting to spy a certain blue tabby apprentice and try and speak with her. The small, skinny warrior was twitching her tail nervously, straining her neck to peer at the moor quietly as the hills rolled on and on, a shimmering ocean of green, white and heather, her heterochromatic eyes narrowed to try and spy a fish amongst the grass.
But, Fern wasn't a Riverclan cat and Windclan cats weren't fish, so her trying to cluelessly peer at the expansive land was hopeless, but she still tried. Stupidly stupidly tried. She shuffled her little paws, one fawn and one black as she tried so hard to be patient, sure that perhaps the young cat would be hunting this far from camp-as unlikely and stupid of a hope-but she refused to move.
"It's just like I lost my head" & TAGS