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It had been a few moons since Bubblechaser had earned a position on the Red Guard, and though her mother may be gone now, she couldn't help but hear her voice anyway. You're not good enough. The whisper was constantly there, in the back of her head. Was it even the voice of Quietmeadow, or was it her own? It had to be an echo of her mother. Even now, she still expected the she-cat to just appear out of nowhere, either completely ignoring Bubblechaser or giving her an earful of criticisms. It was how it always went, after all.
Shaking her head, the seal point siamese looked across the meadows, trying to distract herself from her thoughts. She had been sitting in the same spot for so long, spacing out, that she hadn't noticed the butterfly that flew off of her head with the movement.
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Post by achromatic on Sept 22, 2021 16:25:29 GMT -5
Mallowmusk wasn't the type to initiate conversation, nor was she the type to make friends with everyone. No, that was more like her sister, Juniperdust. However, she had noticed the cat nearby, staring out into space, and well, she had a young rabbit in her jaws and had been wondering whether to just eat her share and leave the rest–but what if the bugs start buzzing around?–or to find someone to share with. Her siblings weren't in the camp, and well, the younger kits had already eaten...
"Hi," she approached shyly, peering curiously at Bubblechaser, "sorry...I didn't mean to interrupt but...are you hungry? You seem a bit...well, distracted I guess. Maybe some food would do you good?" Was that too forward? She wasn't sure.
