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Originally Posted by woly
the enby listened to her, and found the analogy more accurate then theyd like to admit. they didnt know what twoleg dens were or what they looked like, but from the way she described they could have an idea. ¨you could compare me to that i guess, its not far off.¨ they replied. it was true, unfortunately. it was the same reason why they were the gender they were, non-binary. nothing, no gender. they felt like nothing. they handled things differently then most cats. they didnt mourn, but instead they stayed quiet and stare blankly at what happened they dont get happy, they simply go on with their day expecting nothing. doing the same thing every single day with no real variation in emotion with their days going to waste. it was confusing, but its how daypaw lived. they were content, not the most happiest, but not the saddest of the bunch. they had their problems but didnt care enough nor had enough motivation to work on their self. so instead, theyd busy themselves with their herb work.
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After the two sat in silence for a time, Nightpaw lifted her paw and nudged the medicine cat slightly. "I think that's enough serious talk for one day, don't you think?" she said, getting to her paws. "Skunkbelly hasn't taught me any fighting moves yet."
Or really done much of anything with me besides given me a tour of Riverclan territory, she thought bitterly. She pushed the thought aside. "Think you have time to show me a move or two? How surprised would he be to see that this kittypet knows a trick or two," she meowed, playfully couching as if about to pounce on Daypaw where they sat. "That is unless I'm too scary," she meowed teasingly.