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Originally Posted by Nighty
Forest was about ready to just curl up into a small ball of misery and pretend like nothing else existed while she lay there miserable. The calming and sincere voice aroused and she looked up, blatantly startled. Not many cats aphad approached her while she stayed her and sounded genuinely kind. Most cats she had met were like the worst parts of her father, mean, with a love of blood and fighting, cruel, and cold hearted. So obviously, the voice aroused some mixed emotions. Forest gave a weak smile to the new cat. Maybe a friend, she needed more friends. The further she got into training, the more secluded she became. "I-I guess so. Rough training session with my mentor, that's all." She mewed quietly, her pale green eyes still searching the clearing for Broken, fearful of the blood lusting feline. Maybe this cat would understand. |
Thistle smiled down at the poor she-cat. "Oh. I'm sorry. Is there anything I can do to help?" She blinked kindly at her, thinking if she could befriend this cat, it would be so much easier to break her. "Maybe we could go hunting and you could tell me what's wrong because no training session could cause that kind of sadness. There has to be something else," Thistle waited patiently for a response, knowing to be patient. That was the biggest strength she had, patience. Thistle paused in her musings, actually, that was just one of her strengths. She had many more. She let an evil grin appear on her muzzle before it quickly disappeared into an image of kindness upon her face.