[justify]OOC;; Hoping I have the territory right .... ;w;
IC;; The ginger and white femme's paws moved catiously along the dew blanketed grass, her medium-length, thick fur twinkling and luminent in the morning daylight. Brokenpaw slipped through the territory, heading for the SunClan camp. The youthful loner's yellow-green optics were fogged with deep thought. What if they don't accept me? What if I mess up? What if I don't belong ANYWHERE? The patched feline fretted, eyes fixed on the ground as she wandered.[/justify]