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There must be brighter days ahead... it is all she can hope to cling to with desperate claws to dig into fate's web and rip to tear the bad paths out. Whatever spider there is that diligently weaves it seems keen to undo the damage, to make sure every single reality has equal chance at thriving, even at the cost of further hurt. Fogshore is welcome company, in that silence can be shared without awkwardness as they travel along the well-worn paths of toppled ferns and snapped reeds towards whatever destined finale they are headed for. Lichenstar can't help but wonder if StarClan pities her from the place they sit and watch from... or if they laugh at some obvious preventative step she could've taken and hadn't seen.
Her paws stop at the enticing smell of something hearty... something meaty, almost fishy but distinctly different... It is not masked in old Twoleg stench like she feared it might... does not linger in a wire-boned cage as a beacon of distraction and deceit. It is simply... some odd saucer... with that tantalizing scent wafting form a pile of meat-mash she is unfamiliar with. A part of her wonders if maybe Robinheart might recognize this thing... if it is something kittypet's dine upon regularly since it is certainly no forest-formed gift.
"It... smells safe," she suggests, turning towards wispy-furred phantom at their side with a glimmering sense of hungry curiosity. "Should we... try it?" Well... or maybe she should try it? It's hard to tell what a 'good' use of a leader's life would be.. and this seems harmless enough not to be a necessary use. Besides... if it's any good, maybe they could drag it away to share with others. -
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