private And the heart is hard to translate ☂ Mirepurr

[Puddlekit..]

Mirepurr had been weird since it was announced Smogstar had disappeared. Puddlekit didn't really understand what the big fuss was that he went missing, wouldn't he just be coming back spouting big words any day now? She didn't really like the ShadowClan leader that much, it wasn't that she hated him or anything but Buzzardkit didn't like him and she put her sister first always. But clearly Mirepurr must have liked him because they've been weird, weren't they cooped up in the leaders den for a while after? She was too caught up in following bugs around camp with her littermates to fully pay attention to the climate of the camp so she wasn't too sure. Today the bugs weren't enough, neither was cat watching, everyone got too boring after a certain amount.

Mirepurr had told her that their training montage was postponed since Buzzardkit didn't want to train with them, the pair is always seen together so for that day she could concede that it would feel weird to train separately. Today she decided that she would ask for the training montage again, this time if Buzzardkit wasn't with her then they couldn't possibly say no! Determined paws stomped through the marsh in a desperate search for the ShadowClan deputy. She lingered between the leaders den and the warriors den, marching back and forth between those two spots when on her third lap she caught the sight of the chimera cat.

"Mirepurr! You're going to not postpone our training today" she declared loudly, as loud as the usual monotone kit could be without yelling. Her proclamations died down and she beelined right towards them, staring up at the deputy with a stubbornly serious expression. As she studied them her muzzle scrunched up, her expression shifting to something of concentration. They still seemed weird, or was it that they looked weird rather than actions?

"What's wrong with you? You look different" Their outward aesthetics looked the same for the most part, it seemed to be beyond skin deep. Though she doesn't understand concern, this blunt and stunted delivery is the closest that she could possibly get to expressing a modicum of concern. Grief is not something she understands, nor does she understand the amount of pressure that must be on the deputies shoulders in the wake of Smogstar's disappearance. This kind of blunt delivery without a shroud of deception is the norm for the she-kit, her fawn muzzle stays scrunched as rust coloured eyes glared up at them.

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  Set before Mirepurr leaves for the moonstone <33 @MIREPURR
  

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• PUDDLEKIT || She/her, kit of ShadowClan, 3 moons
  ♡ A short haired fawn rosette tabby and black rosette tabby chimera with copper eyes. Always seems to be judgmental.
  ♡ Adopted child of Moltface || Littermate to Runningkit, Cloudkit, Buzzardkit, and Nightkit.
  ♡ Penned by Juice || message on discord (Ouijeejuice) for plots!
  ♡ Peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking.
  

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[MIRESTAR]

Mirepurr lingers within the camps' bounds. Sometimes, they feel like they are simply floating along, checking off boxes on an imaginary to-do list... except there is one item that they keep pushing onto the next day. They've never been the unproductive type; and they like to think that they toe on that line now too, except the way they busy themself with their Clanmates is born more out of avoidance of that elusive task.

So, when Puddlekit's voice catches their ears, Mirepur is more than happy to meet her.

"Hi, Puddlekit." A low purr punctuates their words, head bowed ever so slightly. How long will it take for her to grow into her actual height and potentially tower over their own short frame? Mirepurr can only hope her apprenticeship will go smoother than these current moons might otherwise suggest.

There is a pleased purr in the wake of their surprised mrrow — Puddlekit has remembered that word, even though it had been unfamiliar to her, thanks to Sharpshadow's quick explanation. "So it seems..." Evidently, they will not escape her. They do not wish to.

"Do I?" Mirepurr is not interested in unveiling the every nook and cranny of their emotions to a kitten. Not because she would not understand — even in their youth, kits have a way of being onto you, so to say —, but because she does not need to peek behind the curtain. No, she should continue to enjoy the peaceful moons with her littermates. Mirepurr chooses humor; it comes easy, as it always does, though they had expected it to remain stifled under their grief. "I must have been sad that I couldn't train you and Buzzardkit before. But since you insist now..."
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[Puddlekit..]

She nods her head, it's far from enthusiastic but it's clear that she's interested in it. Then again she wouldn't have demanded for their training montage to commence again in the first place if she held no interest in it. With a punctuated swoosh of her tail she stands as tall as she can on bulky paws. The concept of growing taller is not something she really understands, presuming that it happens to others but since she can't see herself in a third perspective she's convinced that she will always stay this small. There's a small grunt of affirmation, scrutinizing gaze trying to pin them down so they'll not run off and claim it to be under the pretense of postponing.

"You do, you should change that" she speaks in finality, an undying loyalty to her own choice of wording. Mirepurr chooses to follow the path of humour and Puddlekit is none the wiser to it. She takes it seriously, though there is disbelief behind their words. If they were really so upset that they couldn't train her and Buzzardkit before then they'd look sad all the time. Instead they just look sad recently, conveniently around the same time Smogstar has decided to leave. Truthfully she holds no concern for it, he'd be back any day now so why even worry about it? She assumes that isn't what Mirepurr is looking different for either, rather it being some third mystery.

She's fond of mysteries, though she doesn't have the patience to solve them through words rather than actions. "So if you train only me then you'll still look weird?" Faux brows furrow in thought, she knows Buzzardkit won't want to train with them so there was no way to fix it then. "If you do extra training with just me it will make up for the fact that Buzzardkit isn't here." This feels like an appropriate solution to her, satisfactory to the chimera at least.

"Have you worked on making Buzzardkit like you yet?" She truly doesn't get why her sister doesn't like them. Buzzardkit is very rarely if ever wrong so clearly something has to be up with them. Maybe that's actually the super secret third thing that might be making them sad.

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  Ignore that I am so late to reply to this
  

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• PUDDLEKIT || She/her, kit of ShadowClan, 4 moons
  ♡ A short haired fawn rosette tabby and black rosette tabby chimera with copper eyes. Always seems to be judgmental.
  ♡ Adopted child of Moltface || Littermate to Runningkit, Cloudkit, Buzzardkit, and Nightkit.
  ♡ Penned by Juice || message on discord (Ouijeejuice) for plots!
  ♡ Peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking.
  

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