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Originally Posted by jupiter
↷✦; Brackenfire ❞
The tabby molly was lounging in her den, glaring up at the roof of her old badgers set. She had recently gotten done cleaning the blood of that kittypet off her paws, and it was honestly such a bore. Solitude wasn't all it was cracked up to be. It was mostly just sitting and thinking and sitting some more. And she hated thinking. Thinking brought on the unwelcome memories.
So when she heard the faint movements of an approaching cat, the former Enforcer queen was thrilled to stand up and leave the den, yellow eyes narrowed in venomous curiosity.
// @Shade. |
Frigidmist's shoulders felt heavy under the weight of expectation. She'd thought she was the only grandchild of Dawnstar left. However, Cougarbite was still around. It was both a relief and a new form of stress. She wasn't the only one left to carry out the goals of her grandmother after her brother's death. And she didn't see herself ever becoming a mother, so perhaps Cougarbite would be the one to perpetuate the family. But now, she had competition again.
Hence why she was out looking for a new pelt for Dawnstar. Her grandmother's gruesome taste made it easy to know what presents she'd like. She had no success so far until she finally smelled a cat. She moved silently until...she recognized that it was familiar. Somebody she used to know. Frigidmist stood up straight and walked out normally.
"Brackenfire?"
You look... familiar (p)
