Jade Fern Grove a thin reminder of the past now

Open for anyone, though if you're not apart of the forming JFG pack you might be met with some teeth. ;) No obligation to match length, sometimes I am inclined to write narrative from out my ass.

It was raining, but only lightly. Not quite enough that Pasha felt it necessary to go finding shelter and so far he had evaded capture by someone who would have probably corralled him into a den somewhere. He had ventured his way out from the core of the grove towards the borders, where he ringed through some tall shrubs quietly. His imagination had taken hold of him and these lands were no longer those of his father, but his own now. As though he had magically teleported years into the future, he was keeping at the steadfast tradition of keeping those borders safe.

Only, it was more like he was trying to help maintain them in the way he had been shown out. Pasha paused at one point to rake his dewclaws against the soft bark of a fallen log, only to move on when he was satisfied that there had been some sort of transfer that loudly proclaimed this is mine. It was not long after that when a resounding clap of thunder broke the tranquility offered by the gentle rain, and the noise alone was enough to firmly root him to the spot.

Only then did the young Frostfur become acutely aware of the sound of the rain in the leaves overhead, as his eyes scanned them for some telling tale wisp of smoke. It only took an instant for him to be taken back to the memory of the mountainside, and of the dreadful fire that had separated him from his family for the briefest of times. He had almost forgotten about that night, so eager and keen to progress onward with the others on some grand adventure.

He shook the memory free with a physical shake of his damp coat; he shook the chill that came over his coat with it. In time the memory would fade altogether no doubt. Pasha was almost inclined to turn back and seek out his siblings, or maybe his mother (unaware yet of what had come of them), but something else grasped his attention. He pushed on a bit more, only to come to the trees along the border that he and his father had passed some odd days ago.

"Finally," he said, awkwardly trying to hike a leg up and mark it too.

disturbed — sons of plunder