Jade Fern Grove [M] The Fortune Queen of New Orleans

She wandered with no point in mind. Simply existing in her own siren song. Allowing herself to feel something deeply.

Blue eyes aglow with a worldly light. A gentle smirk upon her mouth. For one week a year. She knew absolute power. She was a goddess. It was divine, it was godly, it was. Everything.

No words needed spoken as she walked slowly towards the new member of the riverclan. As she wound around him, weaving her scent upon him. A nip to his shoulder a nudge and then she bounded backwards. Her tail up and over in a wag.

Her body calling. Come and catch me.