- omg mark what a gorgeous baby
“Now, this necklace here—”
“Yeah yeah, it’s the greatest thing you’ve ever made, unique beyond measure, whatever. Listen, ya fishcat, how much? Couple rabbits or something?”
The otter huddled over his trinkets bristled at Scoriapaw’s dismissal of his craftsmanship. The she-cat felt a twinge of guilt at her rudeness, but she couldn’t let on that she actually wanted the band. The old mammal would rack up the price otherwise.
The bright stone, smoothed by running river water, was nestled within vines that made up the necklace. It reminded her so much of her old collar that she could feel the ache of need sit low in her stomach.
He bared his yellowed teeth. “With an attitude like that, it’ll cost ya a goose.”
Scoriapaw balked. There’s no way she’d be able to take down a bird that size! She scoffed to hide her hurt, and turned up her nose as she walked off. “As if I’d pay that.”
Oh Starclan, if only she could pay that.
The eve of her clan’s dryleaf celebration came, and Scoriapaw curled up in her nest, forlorn.
When she woke up the next day, there it was. The necklace, right by her paws. She squealed.
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