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Their limbs threaten to shake, even if the early evening air cannot possibly get past all that plush fur. A scoop of determined self-discipline is all it takes for Mirepurr to still themself... after all, they're on a mission, and it'd be most un-warrior-like to fail before they even get ready to start.
The roots of the iconic oak tree spread around them, beckoning them- hopefully not into a false sense of security, but into a sincere one. A large, plump rat dangles from their maw; it's a source of pride for them to find something different than the frogs that became ShadowClan's number one food this moon. They must all remain thankful for all prey, yes, but slimy skin has become a bit stale. It's time for something new.
Mirepurr lets themself take one more deep inhale. It's not that they're scared of Chilledstar, even if that gaze and voice can certainly become intimidating at a moment's notice... it's simply anyone's guess if they'd take lightly to Mirepurr's advances or kick them out of their den.
But, they tell themself, they deserve a try. A leader's fate is to carry an entire Clan on their shoulders and more, as much as StarClan and this world expects, but that doesn't mean the star-blessed cannot feel the privilege of some rest. Some care. A moment of quiet that makes everything just a tiny bit easier.
Or at least, that's what Mirepurr hopes to achieve here. They finally enter into the dimly lit room without giving themself another chance to hesitate.
"Evening, Chilledstar. I was hoping you'd be up for some company?" Despite their voice raising at the end to indicate a question, Mirepurr does not wait for an answer. Their pawsteps are kept soft in their approach as to not make too much of a ruckus. "Everyone's so busy-" they have the gull to lie while pleading for Chilledstar not to peer outside the den and find their Clanmates mulling about, "-and I felt like sharing this with someone, since I can't possibly eat it all by myself."