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Okapi
Mapleshatters chocolate-dipped tail swished back and forth as she laid down in a more secluded and shady part of camp. After hunting, she found the particular spot relaxing and away from the loud chatter of most felines. It wasn’t that she didn’t like having conversations, it’s just that most cats found her as weird. And she wasn’t the best at holding confrontations, either. The mollys stunning blue optics scanned over the rest of the clearing from where she lay, hues appearing bright yet after a close look they contained a small shadow. She could see the other cats cheery expressions and joyful news. But whenever she tried to converse with them she was called a “freak” or “soft” because of her theories and kittypet blood that ran through her veins. It was frustrating, to this molly that most didn’t take her seriously. It was just... it was just because she knew the
truth. That was it. The others were too afraid to admit everything that she had “figured out” all the truths about the world. They were scared of the idea that one of their clanmates could’ve turned into a fox, that Two-Legs lured cats by wearing a disguise as a kittypet, and that they were jealous by the notion that white cats were messangers from Starclan. Even as she ranted in her head she couldn’t help but think, in the back of her mind, that maybe that wasn’t true, that maybe she was a “freak”, that maybe they all were right about her kittypet blood making her soft and delusion. She shook her head to clear the thoughts. No, that wouldn’t be right. She was just making crazy stuff up again. The other cats just didn’t
understand.