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Tigerlily was hiding though to her dying breath she would claim otherwise, as time in Kier's reign stretched on she felt both more relaxed and yet closer to the edge of her doom than ever. She became more secure that he wasn't going to yank the rug out from under her but also that in his waning attention on her he might finally decide she was disposable. It felt like time was running out, like the clock was ticking and she needed to do what she wished to before it all burned up to ash. Where the fire would start she didn't know, but she felt the heat of it building, the danger of it's possible ignition.
So here she was by the abandoned twoleg den, hoping to take some time to herself where the pressure wasn't weighing her down.
A similar drive to dispel stresses brought Satyrsong out to the abandoned den that day, though the stress budded from far different reasons. He had found it easy to release his mind from such things after he had separated himself from camp, however, and he had found a comfy spot to sprawl on his back and soak up the little sun he could find. His mind wandered in his daze and he found himself in a delightful daydream. Wispy she-cats giggled and splayed out alongside him, coaxing him with the comfort of closeness and carelessness. Reality drifted further from him as he indulged in his childish revere, unaware of any that would choose to come upon him.
Her steps slowed as she saw the splayed out figure and she paused as she took him in. She knew little about Satyrsong other than he was flirtatious and had a bit of a reputation, though perhaps it was unkind of her to believe in the whispered rumors. That seemed be the only way to live in Nightclan now though, to always keep an ear to the ground and your eyes open. "Comfortable?" She asked more to make her presence known than any true desire to know.
