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While her mother, Softpelt had been doing well in SpringClan since they moved. The same could not be said for Inksplash herself.
After what had happened with Bijou, with him breaking her heart and failing to be the cat she thought he was. Inksplash had fallen into a bit of depression. She'd encouraged her mother and the spirit of her father to approve Bijou, only for it to turn out her judgement had been clouded.
Though it was nice to be back in SpringClan, Inksplash just felt depressed. Her normally sleek white fur was messy, and unkempt. The she cat not wanting to bother after all the failures she'd been through.
When early morning came and cats weren't all quite up yet, and the territory was still dark, she rose up from her nest towards the edge of the den and padded out. She'd get some hunting done and then try to be back and in her nest before anyone could spot her. Not keen to be seen.
An obnoxious voice rang through the clearing upon her arrival out of the den.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING!"
Despite the loud cantankerous voice that echoed around the clearing and seemed to express a sense of anger and betrayal, there was a dopey expression on the orange and white tom's face. Madrabbit, the resident weirdo, was curious. And that was never a good thing.
He sauntered over to Inksplash with what he believed to be a rather model-esque strut. This, in fact, looked more like a series of seizures. However, he was in a good mood, and was excited to make a new friend. Because he didn't have any. And friends were good. Except when they weren't.
"I know I should know you, but admittedly, I don't. And it's not because I'm shy, it's more because most of the time I just don't care enough. But, becauase you exist and currently no one else does, I'm curious. So, what's your name? What are you doing? Can I help?"
It would've sounded concerned, if not for the mischievous glint in his green eyes.
Inksplash nearly jumped right out of her fur at the voice. She did a fully body flinch and whipped around towards the source, heart racing in her chest.
It took her a second to recover as Madrabbit jerkily made his way over to her. She had to breath for a few seconds before she recovered.
"Don't startle me like that!" She said, sitting down trying to calm herself down. "I was just going to go hunting, wasn't hunting for a fright."
He blinked and frowned before coughing out a laugh at her doe-eyed expression and fast breathing. He hadn't considered himself capable of actually startling someone, usually they heard him coming miles away, so the very fact that she existed in front of him with her hackles raised had him in stitches. He snorted and wiped an eye with the back of a claw. "Okay, scaredy cat, I'll make sure to blow an air horn before I trip my way over here again." He chuckled and rubbed at his ear, the growing itch in it nearly driving him insane. Or... More insane? He was already pretty out there. Then again, he'd heard rumor that if you thought you were crazy, chances are you weren't, because anyone who didn't think they were definitely were. But who was he to judge, everyone was mad here. It was why he loved his wonderland.
"Did you say something?" He blinked, snapping out of his train of thought. He examined his claw in disinterest, unsure if she had continued speaking, and looked back at her. "I saw some lobsters somewhere nearby. Let's go check them out." He squinted. "Not for eating, obviously, I think I'd have to consider kittyslaughter for that one. Is it punishable if it's in self-defense? Technically it's not in my defense, but it might as well be. They're my babies." He scratched his ear. "Obviously I can't have children, but no one needs to know that."
