[The cat sits on the rock with their head held high to the stars. Tail tip twitching, they lower their head slowly to look over towards the endless moor of heather and open air… in the distance, the forests lie.]
“…I know you’re there,” [Meadow’Leap grunts, whiskers twitching as they lean over their shoulder to look for you. They grumble.] “The wind is taking your scent this way.”
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