....Her short-furred pelt of bright, yellow-ish cream and soft hazel grays shone dimly, reflecting the suns light rather nicely. Her ear twitched, as she listened to the new she-cats bouts. She would glance in the direction of the clan cat, then over to where she heard the unsettling voice.
"I'm afraid I have no interest in pointless, bloody fights," Twilight would meow tersely, with her guard only rising up like a barrier. The hiss in that cats voice had her on edge. As far as she was concerned, both of these cats could be trouble, and neither could be trusted.
Extra stuff: Hence the situation, she had discarded her usual kit mentality. She only loosens up like so around cats she can trust, least to say neither of these new ones have yet to gain any of such favor. This young cat of eight moons is young, but most certainly isn't all too stupid.
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