"My eyes have been closed to the world....because the world's got nothing for me," the grey tabby mumbled in a song-tune. she was facing the lakebank, watching the lake birds swim. she did not say much afterwards, as she was stuck in her old ways. mostly hanging to herself before doing duties to pass her rank. victoria often stayed by her camp or anywhere deemed safe by her leadership. although, she been rolling her life on simple terms: be bloodclan by birth, make your mom proud and be the worse to your enemies. although, everything she had was taken and ripped away. "I've got the worst all behind me. they'll never be able to find me," the she-cat meowed, her voice rough. her dull eye watched the water rush to the shore and return.
nothing seemed to be moving nearby her;although her acute sense of hearing will notify her before sight. her left ear twitched at a sudden movement in the grass; nostrils flaring to catch any scent. "little mouse-brain.. you've taken your words and you take your judgments," she shushed herself before rolling her shoulders.,"how do you ask for help in a clan full of murders?"