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"I am kind of terrified, honestly," Mirepurr says, shedding everything that weights on their heart. It is as natural as anything else for them; whatever happens on the inside can easily seep over to the outside, and it is much better to take care of emotional turmoil and let it run its course, rather than let trouble fester in the dark. Thrasherthroat is definitely used to it all by now. A lifetime spent growing up together — joined at the hip, some might say. Their first order of business is to seek out one of their siblings after such a big change in their life.
ShadowClan's land sprawls out around them. Mirepurr has always been receptive to changes in nature, but that has only gotten amplified now with their new title; they feel compelled to memorize every blade of grass, to take note of dewdrops clinging between stalks in the morning light... after all, that is what a deputy does. They notice, they remember, they foster. That's what Smogstar had done for moons on end; a constant presence.
Mirepurr hopes to be half as good, but... they have big paws to fill.
Fondness trickles into every corner of their face as they regard Thrasherthroat. Despite the joy they feel — a bit hesitant and cautious, yes, but joyful nonetheless —, there is nothing that could compare to sharing your life with family. "Reckon I'll do good? Nothing's gonna be as difficult as herding you back to the nursery when all you wanted to do was explore," they reminisce with humor in the tilt of their voice. The age-gap between the two is barely a few moons, but the point still stands: there had been a time when they were Mirepaw, and he was Thrasherkit, and the difference in rank had felt like being worlds apart. Would it feel much the same now?
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