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Lastaffair, as usual, kept to herself. But, it'd been a long time since she'd talked with her brother, and she waited for him on the old bridge that led the way to the gathering place, and the entire border with NightClan, really. Particularly, she wanted to hear what he had to say about Foxbane's 'redemption of self' she seemed to be trying to pull. Personally, the tortoiseshell thought it was laughable at best, and gave it a moon before her mother found someone else to hate. Of course, she'd done some things to make it seem legitimate. Broke up with Condorstrike officially, seemed to be trying to make things up with that Sun God creation Pandora, and apparently admitted to Glowstar that she was in love with her. Lots of things to make herself seem remorseful, but really, the warrior just thought she wanted attention.
She'd seen far too much of her mother's antics to truly think she'd changed.
The bronze tom trotted over to join his sister with a squirrel hanging from his jaw. He dipped his head to her in greeting as he stepped onto the bridge and proceeded to drop it at her paws, blinking apologetically. "Myriadwolf told me I should bring something," he explained. He'd been spending more time with the young cat lately, unsatisfied with how his life had been going, and the warrior did have some good advice. He wasn't sure this counted, but he had to try, he promised he'd give everything a fair shot before he decided against doing it again. He'd been more open and friendly and while it was freeing, he couldn't help feeling constantly fake. He was a cautious cat and he was trying to be something he wasn't. Even if it was better, it wasn't him.
He sat down and curled his tail over his paws, looking out over NightClan land. "So. Littlestar survived to become a leader after all. If we had any bets on that one, I've lost them," he began casually.
