☪ MOTTLEDPELT ﹗ ﹗
❝ If I got rid of my demons, I'd lose my angels ❞
{ molly } { twenty six moons } { ranked warrior } { desires to be deputy } { mt. sassy } { no app } { no crush } { located at camp } { tagged no one }
Mottledpelt slowly stirred from her sleep, opening one eyelid then the other. She was greeted with the familiar scent of the warrior den, which she was in right now. All the different scents of the cats were overwhelming and they clogged her nostrils. It appears that most of the warriors were sleeping, maybe she was the first one to awake. Silently, the tortoiseshell molly lifted her body from off her soft, mossy nest, stretching and exhaling. She figured it would be best to start the day and so she trudged over to the opening of the den, being very careful not to step on the unconscious cats. Mottledpelt heard the slight rumbling of thunder in the distance, was it going to rain today? She pondered, licking at her paws. The molly took a quick glance around and then noticed a large, lithe cat sitting closely to the apprentices' den. It was their leader, Stormstar. Mottledpelt had no interest in speaking today so she best not to get his attention, she was very silent anyway -- it was one of her main personality traits, including her sass.