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Flawedperspective spent most of her time at the graveyard. Each morning, she cleaned the graves and placed new flowers, and in the evening, she those that'd passed about her day. She wasn't a very good warrior, quite awlful really, but she tried hard and picked up the jobs no one else wanted, such as tending to the graveyard. It was probably one of the few things she was good at. Most of the cats buried here, she hadn't even known in life but she knew them all by now. Their stories from others or just ones she'd given the to help pass the time. And they all knew hers. She told them of her day, of the clan gossip anything she coudl think of that a ghost would want to know about their home.
Today, there was someone else in the graveyard. A fluffy black she cat with big orange eyes was sitting near one of the graves. Twilightbell hadn't been here in a while honestly, but she had thought that it might be nice to come and see her mother. She had never met her in life. Her orange eyes were focused on the ground at the moment so she really wasn't paying that much attention to her surroundings. What would her mother think of the decisions she had made? Would she be upset? Probably, but it was too late for her to go back now so all she could do was push forward and hope that things turned out for the best.
Letting out a slow breath, brokenstride made her way through the graves, heading to one outside the graveyard. Because of what he had done, Wormwoods grace was outside the graveyard. She glanced over at the two, waving her tail in greeting.
Twilightbell's ears twitched at the sound of footsteps. She tilted her head to listen to where they were leading. It sounded like they were heading away from the other graves. Wasn't Wormwood buried over there? Curiosity got the better of her and she turned to follow to see who might be heading that way.
