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Post by Honeystorm on Sept 18, 2020 22:32:24 GMT -5
( Faithstrawberrycupid Vixenkismet now has depresson... her partners may wanna comfort her or something. )
Vixenkismet had come into DayClan camp the day before, scent scrubbed completely clean. No matter how many questions anyone asked about it, the fox-furred feline didn't seem keen on answering, pretty much downright ignoring everyone and just laying in her nest without saying much of anything. Just staring out of the den as though she couldn't see those milling about.
The few days prior to this, the she-cat had hardly left her nest. And now, today, she laid on her back, staring up at the den's ceiling, expressionless. She'd slept, oh, probably three quarters of the last week, save for the day she came back with no scent. This was highly, highly, unlike the she-cat. It was almost supernatural how little sleep Vixenkismet seemed to need, generally maybe four hours a night to function at normal. And now she was sleeping more than four times that, and the times she was awake, she drank little, ate nothing, and hardly moved.
Of course, as a Maverick, this wasn't generally accepted, but maybe she was given a bit of slack because of her engagement to Glowstar. Or maybe Vixenkismet just tuned everyone's yelling out, she wasn't actually sure. Rather, she continued to just stare blankly at the sky, her mind unfeeling, apathetic, no matter how much she tried to illicit emotions with various images and ideas.
Post by strawberrycupid on Sept 22, 2020 15:00:04 GMT -5
His visits were nothing special anymore. He was even given a more clan-esqe name. Cardinalsin. A nice reminder of where he came from. Invading Dayclan for herbs to now about to marry their leader. That wedding was coming up, but as things seemed to pick up around them, he noticed Foxbane, or really Vixenkismet now, seemed to be slowing down.
It wasn't in his nature to care. Bedside manners were always fake with Cardinalsin. So when he laid down in the grass next to Vixenkismet, he didn't quite know what to say at first. Nothing had really seemed to spark her, not even beating up one of the subjects when he offered. That was not right, not the Vixenkismet he knew. "Doesn't that cloud look like a butt?" Cardinalsin asked, pointing up at the most beautiful butt shaped cloud you could imagine.
