wings like noah's dove — open, sunhaven

[★ HAZEL]

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with grace in your heart and flowers in your hair

Hazel liked to think that she'd become better informed about foreign alliances and such throughout the past few weeks; with her small break and newfound silence came the time and headspace to focus on things more local and within the clan. She wasn't completely involved, but was hoping that if she immersed herself deeper in politics it might help her to forget the gnawing self loathing in the pit of her stomach.

However, when she approached the border, the scent of the ginger cat was unfamiliar, almost coppery. Different from Tanglewood's swampy smell. With a quick glance at Owen and a faint ping of annoyance at the picasso marble and rhodochrosite that threatened to breach the surface of the earth, she faced Jericho, a nod accompanying Owen's words. "Welcome to the Ascendants." She piped up, golden eyes tracing the other feline. "I'm Hazel."

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