Batpaw sniffed, sniffed and sniffed, but he couldn't pick up a scent from Windtail. So, he went towards the chamomile. It was only a few paces away. After chewing a few buds, he doubled back to the river and began to scour the area with his tail. That way, he'd be able to feel the pawprints. Picking up on a few, he followed them, not really believing himself as the trail lead to the Moonstone. As he neared, he felt this gut-wrenching feeling, as if he were a rogue already, and was trespassing on sacred grown. Shaking away the thought away, he focused his eyes- correction, eye; one the entrance. He hoped he was wrong about Windtail's location. He didn't feel right going here, as if he were a rogue already. The ebony tom sat and wrapped his tail around his paws. "Windtail," he mewed softly, his turquoise eye flickering in it's socket. This isn't were I belong. I hope this is over with quickly so I can go.
Tagged ;; Windtail
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