⭒. ──. ˚₊‧ ✩ ‧₊˚.── .⭒ azaleawaltz had always been a mediocore hunter. she had never taken the pleasure in hunting much, it had always been one of those tasks that had felt like a chore, and had always taken pleasure in fishing because it had allowed her to be near the water. the molly often dragging herself to hunt at least for herself if not for her clan. today had been one of those days. she trudged towards a faint scent of prey, or perhaps it was something else. azzy wasn't very focused, what-so-ever, when a sudden creature had peered from behind. azzy screamed as she felt a scratch on her neck, quickly scratching this unknown creature's face before they scratched her back paw. she wasn't ready for this, she wasn't. and she ran, and didn't care if the creature was catching up to her, though luckily it had found something better to feast on. she was safe... ....for now. ⭒. ──. ˚₊‧ ✩ ‧₊˚.── .⭒
