[versailles]

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Seathorn was angry, brows furrowed as she padded out from the camp. The tortoiseshell had once again gotten angry, because she couldn't get her nest just perfect. Thinking about it made her hiss to herself, fury pricked at her pads as she walked. Sea flicked her tail, calming down a bit, but a feline caught her eye. It was a molly, who'd she'd seen before...just never talked to. So she technically didn't know her. But the molly always seemed to be a bit abnormal, and a big flirt. Though this time, she'd seemed calm, and collected.

@Shivers