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Satinpaw had never been so bored in her life. She knew she was being punished and was meant to be confined to her 'room' to stay away from the now former priest promised but she had to admit this was overkill. Bloodyrondo wasn't even in the camp so why couldn't she go outside? Looking around, and noticing none of her assigned babysitters were actually around, least of all paying attention to her she used this opportunity to slip out of her mother's den. Sure it had only been two days but, it already felt like she had gone a full life time without the feeling of the sun on her pelt. Her blue eyes scanned the camp carefully, trying to gage exactly how many cats stood between her and the exit.
Post by strawberrycupid on Apr 14, 2020 0:42:04 GMT -5
Moonlitnocturne was less of a priest promised and more of a glorified babysitter. Really a pawn put on a pedestal. He hated the way the paint stuck to his fur, hated how egotistical he got to be, had to be because of this. So, really, for as predictable as it was, he spent his time lounging in camp now. Really, he was one of the few still milling about. While not exactly supposed to see Satin, he at least made sure Bloodyrondo wasn't around. So, the painted flame point cocked an ear when he heard movement, dull blue eyes watching Satinpaw before their eyes met. It never quite hit him how similar they looked till this moment. They had never really talked, he just ended up feeling bad for her. "Now you know better Satinpaw." His voice held no inflection, cause he really didn't care.
Satinpaw let out a sigh deep enough to visibly deflate her, making her look smaller than she already was. Her mother had said she couldn't see Bloodyrondo, not that she couldn't stretch her legs. She turned to face the janus-turned-priest promised. Her hopes still high when it clicked for her that Moonlitnocturne couldn't care less about what she did. Finally. "I'm just going out for some air, if I stay in camp for another moment I'm going to destroy it." That being said she turned her attention back to the camp entrance and continued on her way. She had nothing against Moonlit, she didn't know him but because of his position as a janus he held her respect whether he wanted it or not.
Post by strawberrycupid on May 6, 2020 15:01:38 GMT -5
"Alright, alright." Moonlitnocturne let out a sigh and stood up. Course, he could tell her no. Like he was supposed to. But where was the fun in that? "Well, I would but Littletyrant will skin us both if I just let you walk out of here. So I'll tag along." And with that, he fell into step with her. It was better than sitting around in camp all the time and having to fake having medical knowledge. Definitely better than hearing crying kits all the time. The warnings and words he was supposed to say jingled in his mind. Like 'don't go here or here' and 'please god do not go look for my brother' but he held back with a shake of his head. "You've heard enough about what you can and can't do, so I won't lecture you." Was all he chose to say.
