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life is a lot, and I'm sorry for how much it impacts me here
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Post by neverstarstar on Jan 23, 2021 11:48:23 GMT -5
To every cat in FallClan Magnoliawhimsy was smart, kind, and trustworthy. Never had a mean word to say or a rude look to exchange. Since kithood she'd been an absolute saint for FallClan. But when by herself that mask slipped and Magnoliawhimsy changed into a ruthless, gruesome cat with a lot of potential for doing very bad things.
She was currently trekking back to camp, trying hard to shift that mask back into place and become darlin' Magnoliawhimsy all over again. It took a lot of self-control and today it was a challenge for her. On top of that, there was still blood all over her and she was in more and more danger of discovery with every paw step towards camp. Frustrated, the she-cat sat and began grooming the blood from her peachy fur, telling herself over and over to get a grip. It was getting harder as she got older to pretend to be something she wasn't, harder to face her clan with anything more than the disdain she felt for them.
Recently, he had been hearing some disgusting rumors. Truly awful. Someone had started to claim that he was "growing old" and his wit "wasn't that sharp, not that it ever had been" and that he was just being "grouchy" because it was "past his bedtime." The aurulent was sick and tired of the whispers and amused looks that followed him through the camp. He was their superior, he was in charge here, and how dare the other cats mock him? He wasn't old, he was still in his prime, almost!
Jayjack needed a break from the camp, so he left alone and headed out into the territory. When he first started to pass Magnoliawhimsy by, he grit his teeth and prepared for another insult, but instead took a sudden interest in the bloodstains around her paws. His eyes narrowed and a fiery triumph lit in the back of his eyes. He whirled to face her, stalking close with a smug yet disapproving frown.
