Fallenkit stared at it, confused. Don't I look pretty now? She asked. What's wrong with my face? She growled in frustration. Why wasn't she pretty like her mother, or like Maggotkit?
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"You keep making it crumply is what's wrong. Don't cry." Maggotkit instructs tersely, moving its little paws—places where its fur is thinnest, where it's nearly bald—to try and pat Fallenkit's face into a state of clean serenity (as if having feet jammed in her face is gonna calm her down somehow). It hums happily, a vacant little smile lighting up its own face.
"There. Just don't cry and don't move." If Maggotkit has any particular feelings toward Fallenkit's unhappiness besides that her crying is ruining its 'game', the yellow-eyed kitten doesn't let on.
Fallenkit nodded, wiping her tears. Am I pretty now? She asked, licking her shoulder fur. Maybe Maggotkit wasn't being mean, and it just wanted to help her.
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