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Moonraven
Stars above, Deadmoon actually hated her life. This was something of a lie, she didn't ACTUALLY hate everything, but she did hate a LOT of things. Awkward conversations (which she couldn't help but feeling like she had an unfair amount of) were one of those things. And while she sometimes was overly dramatic and predicted suffering when none actually occurred, she could see no scenario whatsoever in which the next however long it took to talk to Leopardsong didn't make her want to jump off of a cliff. Oh well. What else was new. Deadmoon was a bit lazy about talking to cats, then it got awkward to talk to them, and then it got even more awkward and she procrastinated like hell. Truly an ideal life strategy. Not.
Well, at least she had an offering? This was unlikely to soften the irritation Leopardsong was perfectly justified to feel towards her (had any cat ever been a more deadbeat relative to so many? If someone could top her Deadmoon would love to meet them), but it was worth a try. Ugh, whatever. Tightening her grip on the squirrel (she couldn't catch a rabbit and this was the next best thing), Deadmoon pushed into the nursery, breathing in the warm scent. It was busy too, kits swirling about like small fish seemed to do in water. Everywhere and nowhere, impossible to pin down one when there were so many potential distractions.
And, of course, Leopardsong was a beacon of calm. To be a forever queen Deadmoon figured one would have to be in possession of such extreme patience a mere mortal such as her could only dream of, and Leopardsong was such a cat. A good cat. A better cat than Deadmoon, that was sure. But that wasn't exactly a rare distinction, most cats could claim that 'honor'. Approaching with a highly sheepish expression on her face, ears flattened slightly against her head, Deadmoon dropped the squirrel. Start with the snack, that was how you made friends. 'Friends'. If she was lucky they'd be able to be called acquaintances. Perhaps she should blame their lack of familiarity on her late brother, he'd never introduced them. Yes, that was a plan. Shuffle the responsibility off on someone else, that was something Deadmoon was good at doing.
I, uh, brought you a squirrel. she began, about ready to smack herself on the face. No DUH!
Sort of as an apology. Because, you know, you had your kits and I....never really came to visit. Which was stupid! Deadmoon knew when she was stupid, that was something. She'd at least learned how to admit when she screwed up over the moons. Sometimes she tried to deflect, but the ability to at least be sort of honest about her failings was something she'd finally gotten around to. Now sharing emotions normally......that was still a work in progress.
So, um..... time to move onnnnnn
how are you? Anything I can do for you? Yeah, ok, time to shut up now Deadmoon. Shut your maw and stop being extra embarrassing. Settle for moderately embarrassing.
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