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Cadet Marja paced back and forth, her sea green eyes locked on the floor, glowing with fatigue as she seemed to be fighting a mental battle. At first glance it would seem the she-cat was just pacing in frustration, but inwardly she was falling apart, anxiety gripping her to the core after waking up from yet another nightmare of her entire family dying right before her eyes.
His pelt was pricking from the energy in the room. Myst had always been able to read cats, tell when they were stressed or injured, so when he happened to walk past the pacing female cadet he slowly drew himself to a halt. "Something bothering you?" His voice was unnaturally soft, but young cats had always tugged at his heart strings for whatever reason. Maybe he saw himself in them, young and lost.
Cadet Marja jerked her head up, her eyes now hardened with the arrival of the tom. "I'm fine. Is it a crime to pace?" She wasn't angry with him, but anyone just walking up or overhearing her words may think otherwise. She was fine, always fine... she had to be because no one else in her family was. "Did you need me for something?" What a way for a cadet to speak, and to top it off the feline her disrespectful tone was directed towards was none other than the brother of the commander.
Myst tilted his head for a moment, his gaze looking the cadet over again. "Nothing in particular.. but most of the cats I know don't pace for the heck of it." The tom prodded the she cat again. He'd been around enough to have heard things about the regime cats and what went on in these tunnels. Myst was the resident expert on family problems but maybe is he could bother the cat enough he could help.
