[Neptune.]

Wrenseeker
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12 moons || she/her || StarClan Warrior || Silver Tongue
long furred silver smoke she-cat; blue eyes

...what a proposal... one that wasn't exactly out of the realm of possibilities for things Wrenseeker might accept, but beyond that, there was some things she wanted clarity on, some things she had a feeling Magpiewisp was deliberately leaving out... and she wished to tease the details from the ancient cat with a fine toothed comb.

"Assuming I accept this offer," Wren begins, tip of her feathery tail flipping back and forth lazily, "why do you mean by my soul belonging to you? What, you gonna possess me if I misbehave just to correct some mistakes?" Maybe she comes across a little flippant, maybe she seems like she isn't taking his words seriously and not focusing on the part that she would be condemned to the Dark Forest when she dies again... but that doesn't scare her. The idea that her actions are not her own, that they're ordained by some other force, that is what's scary.

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