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Azula-kepa eyed the cats around her. She'd taken things very differently than her brother when their father had left. Abandoned them was the more correct word, but technicalities. She glared at one can who's eyes rested on her for a few seconds to long.
Pluto had managed to escape camp and his responsibilities. The tom has finished most of his responsibilities the day before, but he still had to teach his apprentice stuff and that’s what he was escaping from. Spotting the other cat, he moved towards her. Maybe if he talked to her then his apprentice would stop asking him questions.
The black shecat turned her glare to the High Sage, wondering if he was going to talk to her or not. She'd probably end up walking away from him if he did.
Pluto, like a coward, nearly jumped at her glare. Well, he'd just dig his grave early. At least then he wouldn't have to train his apprentice! A win win in some's eyes, but still, he would hope he'd been safe from true damage. "Good morning. How are you?" Small talk. Maybe that'd keep him long enough for the Sage to get bored with looking for him and just go away for a few hours.
The Azula-kepa eyed him, wondering what his motive was. She frowned at his words. Good morning? What kind of question was that? There was nothing good about this morning. It had been nearly eight moons since her mother's death, and her father's abandonment. Her frown deepened as he asked how she was. Grumbling, the moody she-cat decided to just glare at him and not say anything.
"Well, Miss Grumpypants I guess it won't be a good morning for you. How about a morning? Or an awful morning?" Pluto huffed, rolling his eyes. Some cats around here, they could never lighten up. Though, he wasn't real sure even what had this cat all in a twist, maybe she'd eaten some bad prey.
Pluto followed. How would she like being ignored? The tom had nothing to do, and didn't want to go back to his den least he have to face his apprentice.
The apprentice didn't like the High Sage acting like a pestering kit. He was older. Shouldn't it be reversed? She be the one acting like a kit, and him being annoyed with it.
Quietly and with all the stealth of a kit, Pluto continued to follow the other cat. He didn’t care what he looked like, just that this was more interesting than sorting herbs. Even Jezi would roll her eyes at his antics.
"Well, no reason to be so hissy." Pluto turned his gaze towards the area around them. At least this was turning out to be a nice walk through the woods.
