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Gossamer Alessandra liked to meet the new cats, particularly right now. The two brothers had come to her Regime out of necessity. Shule, she thought but wasn't sure, had captured them when she went on her hunt for scouts, but maybe this wasn't true. She honestly didn't know, nor did she particularly care. As long as they could hunt, they were perfect for the Regime for this moment in history. The commander flicked her whiskers; she was going to meet both of them separately. It would be more interesting that way, to see how they acted separately.
"So, you're uh.... Breloom, right?" she asked him as she padded up. He didn't know this, but she was terrible with names, and was far better at making her own names than knowing real names. At least she got the right letter, that was better than most days.
He had put a paw over the top of his head, swiping it downwards to brush off some trivial piece of dust or some other irritant that was causing his ear to twitch every couple seconds. He was sitting at the edge of Head Quarters, his back almost pressed against the cool wall as he listened to the stirring of his new comrades. Maybe this is how it always was, but everyone seemed a little on edge. Not awfully so, but enough to make the new Scout recruit notice. Was it the lack of food? He had already brought back a squirrel and two plump mice. He knew that wasn't enough but he had hoped that fed someone around here.
A small smile spread across the tom's face as Gossamer Alessandra appeared at his side. He was so lost in thought he hadn't noticed her approach. Brigade dipped his head in greeting, he assumed that was the thing to do. He had seen others greet her that way, "So close," He answered, his eyes narrowing playfully and his head jeering quickly to the side, "but you can certainly call me that if it's easier for you, darlin' " He added, standing up to face her now. He had long since stopped worrying about how his pet names made everyone feel. It had nothing to with lack of respect. In fact, it was mostly used as a term of endearment. He didn't bother giving his name at this time, if she wanted to call him Breloom, so be it. He'd reveal it soon, or Zodiac would before he could. What could he say? He loved games, "With everyone scrambling, have you gotten enough to eat?" He questioned, his tail flicking from side to side.
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Gossamer couldn't quite say that the group wasn't uppity when they were well fed. She remembered fondly the day she won the Regime in a bet. They'd been particularly unfriendly to her. But, she had noticed the darkening of the group as leafbare stretched on. They were cold and hungry, and Gossamer felt relatively helpless. The cats were in love with their tunnels, they couldn't just move, and it felt like a veil had been thrown onto the spirits of the cats around her. That wasn't good for Gossamer, and she could feel the claws of depression in her stomach on most days. She ignored it as much as possible; despite the little food, the tension in the air, she had Kaisra and the kittens, her brother was back for good. She just needed not to forget the happy thoughts, and also needed to spend more time with the outsiders. At least they still had some pep in their step. Maybe that was the real reason she wanted to meet the brothers. Not just to thank them and see what their MO was, but because they seemed to be a little more full of life than her groupmates.
"Ah, shoot," she purred with a frown. "I was once told that close only counts in horseshoes and hand grenades. Not sure what either of those things are, but hey. I assume this is neither." She winked at him, before shifting her weight. A cat who called her darling? That only meant one thing. Trouble. And, well, the Commander loved herself some trouble. "Alright, then, Breloom it is, if you aren't going to tell little old me what it really is." Her whiskers twitched in amusement as she pawed the earth. This was what she needed. She then registered his words. "Nah, I've been abstaining, but I sure would love to have a dinner with one of Regime's knights in shining armor."
