WEIGHED DOWN BY MORNING;; PLANECRASH

[trojan g.]

[align=left]there's a chip on my shoulder *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

Late. It wasn't often that Moth deemed herself late, at least not anymore. She'd found out about the monthly meetings that happened in the neutral territories long ago when she had joined back in Tanglewood, but had decided that she would rather not attend them. The mutated jaguar had other things she had to worry about at home - always did - whether it be gathering herbs and making sure they had plenty of stock for the colder seasons, or to make sure that those around her weren't hurting themselves. She had to make sure that everyone was fine and healthy. But this month had been different. Although Aurum was at the meetings a lot of the time, this had been his first time there as the leader of Tanglewood, and she wanted to see what they were about, wanted to be there to support her brother.

It was going to be a surprise, her being there for him, but she had slept in on accident that morning, and so had to leave by herself, unaware for sure of where the meeting place was, and too afraid to ask anyone for help. She was a higher position in the group she was supposed to know what she was doing, even if she had to fake it all the time to get by. A small sigh left her as she heard the distant chatter of a bunch of different animals, and the scent of various groups - all familiar to her at this point - mixed in her nostrils. She was about to quicken her pace when she found herself stumbling over some roots she hadn't seen, causing her to pause for a moment.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*  and it's big as a boulder