So far, today had been boring. Oceanpaw had just returned from a patrol, but it was extremely uneventful. After her visit to WindClan with Swanfeather, her adventure quota had been very empty. She was trying not to break any rules, since Twistedstar was her mentor and would be really mad, but it was getting difficult to restrain herself. So, defeated, she went back to camp for the rest of the day off and stayed there.
The girl was laying beside the fresh-kill pile, gnawing on a small shrew. Her emerald eyes were staring off into the distance, overall seeming very unimpressed. It was so stupid that the river was poisoned. Fish were delicious, and she hadn’t eaten one since she got sick that one time...yeah, she got lucky it wasn’t that bad. Her brother died from it, after all. Sighing, Oceanpaw swallowed the remaining bit of shrew and rolled over onto her back, stretching and staring up at the sky. Maybe someone would want to do something with her?
/ Bluepaw
"speech."
you should see me in a crown —— tags.