Vestaria

Mothwing’s Fate Willowshine pushed her way through the long reeds. They stroked her tabby pelt softly and swished slightly in the breeze. The air was warm and moist, a perfect spring day. A stream could be heard close by, along with the splash of fish and buzzing of insects. The medicine cat sighed and inhaled slowly, closing her eyes. She paused, reeds swishing around her, hiding her from view. Tilting her head back, she let the morning sun light her face. Everything seemed so still and quiet, as though this kind of peace was regularly practiced. Willowshine allowed a small smile to spread across her face, and a breeze whispered pas