Post by Crescentmarsh on Nov 8, 2022 8:12:21 GMT -6
Crescentmarsh
MoonClan Warrior
39(?) moons old
Female, She/Her
Open for anyone to interact!
Crescentmarsh sat in camp, letting out a soft sigh. She was tired of both the clans bickering and hating each other, so much she could say clan life was a bust. Though she doesn't want to stick around, she ends up doing so because this is her home. Her family is here, and she couldn't ever abandon them. Especially Flintstorm. And yes, she missed talking to Flintstorm, but she always made attempts to do so.
Now, she began becoming lost in thought, thinking about everything that has happened. She couldn't help but feel like her skills weren't good enough to be a warrior, yet she never admitted these thoughts to others. Falling deeper into her mind, she started becoming unaware of her surroundings. Perhaps someone should snap her out of her monologue.
MoonClan Warrior
39(?) moons old
Female, She/Her
Open for anyone to interact!
Crescentmarsh sat in camp, letting out a soft sigh. She was tired of both the clans bickering and hating each other, so much she could say clan life was a bust. Though she doesn't want to stick around, she ends up doing so because this is her home. Her family is here, and she couldn't ever abandon them. Especially Flintstorm. And yes, she missed talking to Flintstorm, but she always made attempts to do so.
Now, she began becoming lost in thought, thinking about everything that has happened. She couldn't help but feel like her skills weren't good enough to be a warrior, yet she never admitted these thoughts to others. Falling deeper into her mind, she started becoming unaware of her surroundings. Perhaps someone should snap her out of her monologue.
