rabble rousers

What was that? Was that a call for her? she frowned, tilting her head as she considered the voice. That was the General, right? Her bratty nephews ‘flatmate’. She let out a world weary sigh. Ensuring the wind knew just how awful her life was. That done, she straightened up, and waited for Lioness to take her customary place between her forepaws.

She might think Basilisk was a brat, but Hazel was okay, wasn’t she? And maybe this would be interesting. She needed to find ways to prove herself. It was just… a lot of time and effort to do so, and she wasn’t always sure it was worth it. She shook aside the thought. No. she had to prove herself.

She marched into the Col, Lioness a breath in front of her, and was led to Hazel. She stopped just before the General. “You called for me?” She asked, her voice an odd twist, like she couldn’t decide if she was exasperated or respectful.


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