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It seemed as if her entire life was spent in attempts to repay the league for her own. The feline breathed in, this was her life. Without them, she wouldn’t even be alive. Her eyes shifted across the cats before her. Mary had only known them, but she had also always known that there was no other life for her and she had never been born there.
She held a deep loyalty for them. She sighed. Yet, was there any purpose of her life? What was she other than a pawn?
Edited Dec 17, 2018 23:14:37 GMT -5 By Deleted
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POSTEDDec 17, 2018 23:21:19 GMT -5 TO primal instinct
Such philosophy was uncommon in this group. Most simply accepted that they were a pawn of Vera's game and moved on. Not everyone fit such a mold, though. Of these cats, Niarra was perhaps one of the strongest to reject this status. The golden she-cat found Vera useless, a stranger who claimed a throne not hers. Maybe, then, she had a similar sentiment to all cats not born to the League. What use were they? She wouldn't say this, though. She was a charasmatic and manipulative cat before anything else, and getting cats to trust her meant reaching out to even those that she and her ellow purists would deny belonged.
"Good morning," the feline meowed, her eyes glittering at the other. "It's Mary, right?"
The black feline lifted her skull slightly so that she met the cat’s gaze. Mary gave a small nod to the question, having not associated with this feline much, she was unaware to her name. She had been more engulfed in the duties to the group rather than names. ”Yes. You are?” her tone was neutral, in no way rude.
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POSTEDDec 17, 2018 23:37:38 GMT -5 TO primal instinct
Of course her name was Mary. The descendent of Metra had never questioned it, not even for a moment. However, she couldn't let the other cat know that. It would make her seem suspicious, suspicious in that she kept tabs on each of the felines in this group almost as closely as Vera kept tabs.
"Mary, I'm pleased to finally get a chance to meet you," she meowed with a sweep of her tail. It was clear that this cat seemed to be, at least, very much unlike the others of the League. She was personable, at least on the surface. "They call me Niarra."
