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For once, Gossamer Alessandra wasn't exactly sure who she was meeting, or where they were coming from. Something about a ... Westpaw? No, that didn't sound quite right. Maybe it was... Springpaw? No, no... oh what was it? She shook her head, resolving that the other cat would probably tell her when they met anyways. Kaisra had been the one that recommended that she connect with .... Southpaw! That was what it was! Right, Southpaw. Her wife had been the one to say that the duo should meet, and Goss had agreed with an "Alright, but only if you plan it." She'd gotten lazier since her return to the Regime, after all. The former commander let out a yawn before she exited the tomb that was underground, surprised that the apprentice was already where Kaisra had told Gossamer Alessandra they would meet.
If you want to shine like the sun, first you must burn like the sun ~ SunClan High Priestess
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Post by racer on Aug 28, 2021 19:20:32 GMT -5
The white apprentice was here, but not to meet Alessandra. Her eyes were swollen and puffy, her luxuriously long white pelt stained pink with blood. To be honest she had forgotten entirely about the meeting, coming all this way to cry in private, now that her father had been told of her mother's death. She was curled up in a tiny ball alone upon the stone floor her tail draped over her eyes and nose. Her sweet Prince Ily had been so kind, but every time she closed her eyes with his fur against hers she was afraid to open them again. Afraid that he to would be dead....
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POSTEDAug 31, 2021 12:43:17 GMT -5 TO renegade regime
"Well, this isn't what I signed up for," the satin-furred she-cat meowed with an absent blink. Kaisra did not prepare her for the fact she appeared to be walking in on some sort of nervous breakdown. The smell of blood made her whiskers twitch, before letting out a loud sigh so the other cat knew she was there. "I don't take it you're Southpaw, mm?" she meowed as she padded closer, giving the apprentice a prod. "You're not dead, right? I feel like it'd be a problem if you were dead...." Goss was no expert on emotions, that was becoming painfully obvious already. She was a trickster goddess, not a therapist. Oh well.
