Hushed Willows There are thieves in the temple tonight

Nova, as she often spent her days, was out wandering the willows. She liked their calmness, their beauty, their grace. They made her think of herself, as vain as the thought was. But hold on, what was this? The scent of a female, and close! It wasn't a scent she knew, and so the aging female trotted towards it curiously. It was not her nature to not KNOW of things, preferring to keep herself in the loop of things. As she got closer, she realized Warbone's scent was clear. Not in the sense that he was here now, but that he had been close. It was mingled with the scent of the female, driving the ginger and cream elders curiosity further. Had her king taken a mate? Surely not, she wouldn't be hiding out here. And so she approached, cautiously, a tree in which she could see the young girl.
             "Hello?"
Her tone was clearly confused, wondering. Warbone was adamant that everyone went to The Crook when they were accepted, to meet the others and get acquainted. So what was she doing here, smelling of the alpha and nesting in an old tree? Her ghostly eyes were, naturally, motherly and inviting, and her posture was relaxed and calm.