[Casual Scribbles]

Originally Posted by Opal

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"I-I guess," He muttered quietly, "It just seems s-so stupid to me! Why can't every cat just g-get along?" It didn't seem like that much to ask for. As much as he wanted to deny it was true that the world they lived in was somewhat of a cruel place. One filled with death, disease, and seemly horrible things around every corner. So why in StarClan's name would cats make the world an even dungier place by being so rude and insensitive to each other?

He was just glad he had a friend like Ploverpelt who understood and listened to him without being condescending or pitying him in the process. Those kinda cats, in general, were hard to find and he was glad to be able to call one of the few his friend.

"Thank you, Ploverpelt," He meowed as his mind finally beginning to clear, "I'm really lucky to have such a kind and supportive friend like you." He gave her an affectionate lick on the cheek before continuing,"It's good to know I have someone to confide in when times get tough."

Ploverpelt listened to her friend. She nodded, eyes flickering with saddness. "I understand." She mewed softly. It shouldn't matter what gender a cat identified with or whether or not a she-cat likes a tom. Everyone should just get along. The tip of her tail twitched, remembering all of the cats who had whispered about them behind their backs.

She beamed at her friend. She had succeeded in her goal. Nimblewhisker was no longer so upset that he was breaking down. Ploverpelt knew niether one of them would feel whole until every cat loved them equally, but they could at least feel as close to whole as possible. Ploverpelt was surprised when she felt Nimblewhisker's rough tongue being drawn across her cheek. She stood, purring, and shook out her fluffy golden coat. "Well, what kind of friend would I be if I weren't kind and supportive?" She flicked her ears happily. "Come on, Nimblewhisker, let's go catch some prey!"