Blackfeather Woods ticking away the moments that make up a dull day

in truth, astara had not considered the aftermath of her gluttonous move; certainly she had no idea plants could be dangerous, or that she might be at mortal peril. all she knew of plants was that by and large most were bitter to her taste, and largely harmless. 

she was bowled aside and pinned with force surprising to her; the night cub blinked as she stared up at her concerned elder, shifting uncomfortably on her back with one paw feebly raised as if to fend off the insistent pry of maegi’s hand. it did no good and with a yak the girl spat forth a quidding of plant matter. her gaze was rueful, her muzzle crinkled in distaste as she worked the unsavory taste from her tongue. 

idk what she ate but can roll with whatever as long as she doesn’t die lol!