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Agatha Kitty - Active | Silver Tongue - Active | Beefed Up [Tier 2] - Inactive
Oh, there was an immensely vile feeling growing in her chest as Dawnstar ordered both clans to gather the minks they had gotten, and yet the senior warrior knew there was nothing she could do to rid herself of it. It was one of those moments when she'd have to grin and bear at, and she hated it. Swallowing her pride, knowing full well Twilightstar would prefer those in WindClan to behave themselves and stick to their alliance to its fullest - they weren't conniving, vile rogues to turn around and backstab those that had helped them, after all - the cream and tan molly dipped her head, picking up the minks she had managed to defeat as she would prey before she turned her gaze to the side, noticing her daughter alongside the furies that had come along on this patrol, all talking besides the medicine cat. As it stood, the calico seemed to be unamused about something as she inspected Wolffang, but whatever that was she dared not speak out of turn. This had been the first time since Cowtuft had left that she had seen the medicine cat not look like she wanted to flee at the mere thought of being surrounded by her clanmates. It was a magnificent leap from when she had last spoken to the young she-cat, but she would not push her luck. Too many cats surrounding her might prove too much, and might make her close herself off again. She would simply settle on asking her little bird about Lightningstorm's well being later.
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Re: Whac-A-Mink [WC/ShC]
