Rabbitpaw || Enby || They/them || Trixic || A short, dusty brown cat with lighter, sandy splotches and mossy green eyes || Friendly, sweet (+) Agreeable, Emotional (=) Blunt, Childish (-) || Medicine cat apprentice || 11 Moons || Originally training as a warrior, was much more proficient in healing and switched to that || (Other details to be added in rps)
Teal eyes widened in surprise as the tracker stumbled back, catching herself before her shoulder hit the ground. She pulled herself to her feet, deciding to rearrange herself as a first priority: Sweeping a tail from a nest of brambles and reorganizing her paws into the former formation, before addressing her annoyance. She emanated an air of irritation, brough forth by the furrowed brows and narrowed eyes, > Lifting higher into the air with a downturned frown as Wishfrost stared forward in irritation. After an icy pause bubbling with tension, she spoke. "Excuse me." The blunt simple phrase carried numerous possible responses. 'You're in my way' or 'But you should go back to camp' or 'You're scaring the prey', or perhaps nothing at all.
