Hollyshade. It was weird to call herself that. She still thought of herself as Tansy, although it really had only been a few days since the change. She was apart of this clan now, and yet, she still didn't quite fit right in. Her nest was tucked away by the entrance of the warriors' den, away from the others. She went on patrols by herself unless she was instructed otherwise. She ate alone. She thought, a lot, and didn't really have any friends here. Everything about her day-to-day routine seemed to simple on the surface, but it felt so very complicated at times. Should she stay and talk to that apprentice or duck away to go hunt? Hunting it would be. When a warrior looked her way and seemed interested in talking to her, she excused herself to the dirtplace. Being here in WindClan provided so many things she never had as a loner, but there were sacrifices she'd had to make that she didn't think of when she joined. She just wasn't....social.
Currently, the ebony molly was seated near the freshkill pile with a piece of rabbit between her paws. She'd caught it earlier and brought it back to the pile. A couple of times she had been gently reminded that she wasn't supposed to eat until she brought something back to camp, which confused herself a bit, but she obliged anyways. There was plenty more kills in the pile, so she felt content to enjoy what she'd brought back.
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