the lost loves // open, intro

[align=center][div style="borderwidth=0px; width: 55%; text-align: justify;"]☆ // Gale was now old enough to fully understand her surroundings, and with that newfound memory capability, the small tabby had taken it upon herself to scrutinize everything she could lay her baby blue eyes on. The first sight to captivate her had been her own Clanmates: their expressions, their voices, even the way they moved. Did she make the same faces as them? Did she sound as irritated when she spoke? It was hard to test such theories on her siblings, too occupied by play or their own learning experiences (or, a mixture of both) and not wanting to bother her mother, Suiteheart. It was the main reason Gale could be spotted on her own, sitting in the shade with a tilted head and listening in on conversations not so discreetly. When the child did decide to hop into conversations, Gale did her best to mimic the reactions of the others, flashing a bright smile of new teeth to those that presented a warm greeting of their own. Today was no exception, the child sitting just outside a small circle of Clanmates speaking of the weather. Yet it was easy for Gale to grow board of such tedious small talk, and thus the bluescale girl rose to her delicate paws to pad away.

Only a few paces away from her Clanmates, the girl was distracted - by a flower, of all things. For as smart as Gale may be, as inquisitive and observant, she was still a child amused by even the small things. A flower growing along the side of a wall in the Ascendant's camp had drawn Gale over, seated in front of the blooming lupine as she reached a small paw out to bat at the flowers. "Pretty," she mused quietly to herself, muted blue eyes flicking between the purple northern flower and her monochromatic paw.