It took a lot of Dewkit's willpower not to roll her eyes.
"Please, stop pretending to be humble, for both our sakes. Like every other clan that's ever existed in history, yours would have done absolutely nothing, and we both know that," she snapped harshly.
The kit looked on unamusedly at Gingerfrost.
"I'm dead," she hummed out, gesturing with her tail to her starry pelt, once grey-and-white. Unruffled. Stale. Nothing, when you got down to the specifics.
But her identity wasn't why she'd chosen to break through the mundane ways of death, and she wasn't all too interested in answering useless, pointless questions.
"Listen, I'm gonna give you a life. For your 'nobility.' Continue to help the youth; stars know they need it. And if you don't," Dewkit's lip pulled back in a sneer.
She left that unfinished and rose from her little rock, hopping down to stalk over to the ginger tom.
"Do you accept?"
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Estelle