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A cool evening breeze rustled the leaves and undergrowth outside of camp, the moon had not made its appearance yet but Lambpaw was awake awaiting its grand entrance into the sky. The dark cream tom had always felt most comfortable in the shadows of night, with his tightly curled pelt groomed he looked around the clearing. The cats of Moonclan being mostly active during the night, not many of his clanmates were out and about at the moment, aside from a few stragglers dozing throughout, the clearing was rather empty.
life is a lot, and I'm sorry for how much it impacts me here
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Post by neverstarstar on Nov 23, 2019 22:51:00 GMT -5
[[ i'm so sorry i disappeared, work and school picked up big time ;-; ]]
Bansheekit didn't care what time of day it was. Everything was black anyway. She liked to be out when there were few others, it gave her some privacy and also protected her from the humiliation of some cat seeing her trip over something. Honestly, Bansheekit was unhappy. Her entire being radiated it, some cats could shine with joy, she had a dull glow of misery. The type of sickly green glow someone might find in a particularly nasty bit of swamp.
That's it, Bansheekit had the personality of suspicious swamp water. She was bitter and mean, mostly caused by fear. And as she sat by herself in the middle of camp, tail lashing, she wondered if she looked as thoroughly intimidating as she felt.
With not much going on it didn't take long for the tom to notice the kit sitting in the center of camp, he tilted his head as he watched her for a short moment and then got to his paws. "You look as if you've eaten a rotten toad." The comment was harsh, and Lambpaws honest tone didn't take the sting of it away in the slightest but he was never one to sugarcoat his thoughts. The small tom took a seat beside Bansheekit, curling his tail over his paws as waves of misery emanated from the poor scrap. "You know if you go on looking like that, some cat may think you're plotting our demise." He spoke without looking directly at her, simply watching from the corner of his eye.
life is a lot, and I'm sorry for how much it impacts me here
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Post by neverstarstar on Dec 2, 2019 23:39:33 GMT -5
Lambpaw, Bansheekit knew his scent. He'd been close by when she'd been told she would never see. When it first caught her attention that she was different, that something was wrong, she'd told a queen in the nursery and hoped that it would be fixed and she'd be like all the others. But it wasn't to be. Bansheekit would always been like this. So though Lambpaw hadn't delivered the news personally, she felt a sharp dislike for him anyway.
"So?" She mewed, shrugging, "what if I am? It's not like they'll ever see it coming from the blind kit." The rotten toad comment stung but she ignored it stubbornly.
Lambpaw felt a smile tugging the corners of his mouth, she was stubborn for a little scrap of fur. "I suppose that's for the best, I know I wouldn't want to see it coming." The apprentice looked up at the sky for a moment, letting out a sigh as he lowered his head once more. "Do you think you could help me?"
