Violeta had mixed opinions about most things, but one fact that she was content to settle on was that BloodClan, The Ruins, whatever they called themselves at any point-- this group was home to her. She felt safe here, despite the fact that they were all a bunch of grumpy assholes. It felt like she was the only one who knew how to have fun, and she was old! She didn't look it, she knew that. But she'd been around for entirely too long, and probably should have died by now, but nope.
The pale serval found herself by the red nile, lavender eyes staring into its depths as it rushed past. Boredom wasn't a new emotion, but she felt it strongly lately, when there was barely anyone around to talk to.