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Originally Posted by Liquoris
(Oh mouse-dung, I'm on it xD)
Almondpelt's ears pinned closer to her head at Bushhunter's story. "I-I'm sorry. I didn't mean to bring up such terrible memories... Well anyway, let's get back to this pelt, shall we?" she asked, trying to be happy again. There was a small hint of hesitation in her voice like she was still upset about what the two she-cats had just spoken about, but it was hardly noticeable. She put a paw up onto Bushhunter's shoulder and lightly stuck her claws into the other she-cat's fur, careful not to touch the skin underneath. She then slowly and gently dragged her paw down along the fur, freeing any tangles in her claws' path. After doing this a few times over the entirety of Bushhunter's pelt, she was finished. "Wow, Bushhunter, you look so beautiful with your fur groomed!" she exclaimed, all but forgetting about their earlier conversation.
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The she cat lowered her head in a sort of half shrug, as though to say 'what can I do about it?' "Don't worry about it. There's no problem with those memories- it was my life. I remember them all the time, so don't feel bad." She mewed, the tip of her tail twitching back and forth with slight frustration as she did so. Bushhunter looked down at her own pelt, glancing back at herself. It certainly didn't look anything like it had. She was no longer jealous of Almondpelt's own beautiful pelt. She hadn't known that she could be...pretty. Beautiful. The slightest bit of pride came into her hues at Almondpelt's words and she smiled at the she cat, a real, friendly smile. "Thank you, Almondpelt. I-I didn't know this was...possible." She mewed, looking down at her paws. She wasn't sure how she could hunt now, with her pelt looking so beautiful.
She would be scared that she would mess it up, but...Almondpelt would help her again, right? She was nervous to even move with her pelt so perfectly groomed, for fear that she might knock one of the glossy hairs out of place now. Great. What am I thinking? She thought, the tip of her tail twitching angrily as she thought. She was a little frustrated with herself, and Almondpelt...she didn't need to be pretty, she needed to be a valuable member to her Clan. "How do you keep your pelt looking so nice all the time while you're hunting and everything?" She asked. After all, since they had already gone to the effort of making her look presentable, there was no harm in wanting to stay that way. Right? But if it was going to involve her not being as good of a hunter or as able to provide for her Clan, she wouldn't care about keeping it nice looking.