Thistle/Thistleheart
Molly - 28 Moons - Rogue - Bisexual/No preference - White & Grey - Tags: Lovino
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The small, lean gray and white she cat rested uncomfortably just outside the camp entrance, her eyes tracing the shadows of the desert as the bright moon shone down on the darkened sand. She shifted into a sitting position, wrapping her tail daintily around her forepaws. She hadn't spoken to Venom since they arrived, the beautiful molly seemed to be ignoring her and who was she to blame her. Who can blame her? I basically forced her into camp. She isn't meant for this life, she is meant to be a loner. Maybe I am too... but I have to try to make amends with my brother she thought inwardly, her body heaving as she let out an over-exaggerated sigh. Out of the corner of her eye she caught a brief flicker of movement, the shape of a cat outline in the hollowed moonlight. The cat looked oddly familiar as if she had seen him before. She unsheathed her claws carefully, digging them into the shallow sand and got to her paws "Hello?" she meowed carefully, her eyes scanning the shadowy figure.
