by breezey » Tue Jan 02, 2018 9:03 am
Breezefire buried her head in her daughter's fur. Her friends, her clan was surrounding her, reminding Breezefire that she wasn't going to endure it all alone. It was a scar in the clan, almost every single apprentice was exiled or brutally murdered. "Starclan? What have we done to deserve such a scar in the clan?" Breezefire whispered.
((Windsong))
𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 · · · ·
x'x
hey my name is breeze ! my prns are
they/them . current signature is , in
fact , my halloween signature that is
the same as last year's . cry about it
• • • 𝐖𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐁𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐀𝐑𝐄