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Originally Posted by Fuzzyfeline
Why did kits have to be so cute and innocent? Was she that way as a kit? Clueless, playful, full of hope and expectations. Honestly she couldn't remember a time when she was truly happy everything seemed to be drenched in pain and bad memories. As the small feline pitcher up and offered to help Oceanfur was a bit surprised. "Help me? Your only a kit." She huffed not sure how to react. Kits are different then other cats. She realized. To be perfectly honest the blue gray molly hadn't actually spent time with kits since she was one herself. Being around one again got her all mixed up, how was she supposed to act? Part of her said to run the cute little thing off but her body wouldn't let her. So she just gave up, for now. I said I was busy but I have nothing to do, I could hunt but I'm not in the mood the leave camp. The thought dawned on her as her whiskers twitched. What could she tell the kit if she was determined to help?
Ear twitching unconsciously Hollyshadow watched the tom, Raventuft. Her lips were pressed together as he spoke, she understood that. You couldn't let everyone know the real you and coming into a dark den was best done when you were alert. As his tail flicked making the shadows dance in the moon light the night black molly pulled her tail around her paws. A nightly stroll would have to wait. "You don't have to apologize." Hollyshadow explained her voice still hitting quite notes. "I don't talk to anyone much either." She admitted glancing at her paws. Talking wasn't her think most of the time. The molly wasn't to popular and if she was she'd probably avoid her Clanmates even more. It wasn't that she didn't like socializing. No, more like she didn't want her Clanmates to see what a pathetic screw up she really was. No one wanted to know she cried at night and could stop feel the way she did. Even if they did she'd be to embarrassed to admit it. Closing her eyes for a breaf moment Hollyshadow pulled herself back into the present time. Here with this tom.
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Raventuft glanced at the molly. She looked stressed. When she said she needed no apology, he felt happier. "Thank you. I'm not used to other cats" He continued to continuously flick his tail as he listened intently to her conversation. When she admitted that she was quite lonely too, He noticed her glance at her paws. "Hey, it's okay. I'm not the most popular cat, and if I was, I would be popular for having a load of pinecones dropped on my head!" He joked. He looked closely at the she-cat . She looked a bit nervous, and her eyes closed briefly from time to time. Maybe she gets stressed too. Maybe she's like me, He thought. Raventuft smiled at the she-cat. "Over half the clan doesn't trust me for absolutely no reason anyways, so I don't think I'm the most popular cat in the bag" This wasn't absolutely true. They didn't trust him because he ran away as a kit, but it felt like it was for no reason. Raventuft say there in the darkness, the sweet quiet surrounding him as he waited for a reply.