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Sorrelsong's head is heavy when she makes it to the sharing tongues circle. It's not for fun that she's here for, it's for a specific cat. Figfeather. The pelt of the marmalade warrior seems to glimmer in the sun. Sorrelsong is very aware of how dull her pelt is in comparison, a habit from an old life but a habit nonetheless. She dips her head as the group naturally parts, the gossip and chatter scattered to the wind by the call of patrols or what have you. That was fine. She really only wanted to discuss one thing and preferred not to have any extra ears around.
She licked her shoulder, teasing out any curls in her fur or any imperfections. This was... nerve wracking. Her front legs ache, fighting the urge to run and climb rather then stand and talk. She would much prefer the solace of the forest to the confidant of any ears, but a recent hunting patrol shifted something in her. She had impeded the process of someone joining the clan simply because she didn't like someone.
Well not just someone. She grunts, the sting of fur getting ripped from it's place in her pelt a familiar one.
"Hey, uh, Figfeather," Her tone wavered. She had seen the molly around more then enough to trust her without really interacting much with her. Before Twitchbolt was made deputy, Sorrelsong had been certain it would be Figfeather's name out of Orangestar's mouth. Apprentice or not, the molly had something that Sorrelsong simply trusted in. Maybe that is why she was here now, with no brother to confide in and not wanting to bother Florabreeze with her worries. Probably baseless worries.
"Can we... talk about the hunting patrol? The one with the rogue smell?" At any indication of yes, she'd continue, the words bubbling inside of her, anxiety being the only thing that keeps them from tumbling out all at once.
"You see, I did, uhm, know about that cat. She - well - uh," Heat rose to her face. It would be easier to simply cut herself open and allow Figfeather to view her organs then this. "YI-I don't know how to really bring this up, but I don't have anyone to talk to about this - I was hoping I could talk to you? It's about, uh, moms and whatnot - it's okay if not. I, uh"
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[FIGFEATHER]

A bone grinds between her teeth as she stares blankly into the distance, lost in thought. She thinks of Dawnglare and Mallowlark, she thinks of Daisypaw who’s near ready to become a warrior, she thinks of Twitchbolt and the position she longed for, she thinks of everything under the sun. It’s all she ever did when she wasn’t patrolling or hunting, she thought and thought until she ruined her chances of sleep for the night.

She drowns in these thoughts until a shadow washes over her. She glances up without ceasing to gnaw on the bone to see Sorrelsong, her fur illuminated gently by the setting sun.

”Hi.” Figfeather meows, at last taking the bone from her mouth to give the warrior a smile. She expects the older she-cat to sit down and share-tongues with her, but the environment is quick to take on an unnerving tone. The hunting patrol. The rogue smell. She had known the she-cat.

Moms. Figfeather blinks in surprise, ”…The rogue… You think it was your mom?” Why hadn’t she said anything to them on the patrol? She suspects she’s about to find out… Figfeather nods to Sorrelsong in encouragement to speak her mind.

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The huntress shifts, uncomfortable both at the topic she picked and at Fig's words.
"No, I uh, I know it was her, " She tries not to be pointed when she says that but it comes out a bit sharp regardless. She shakes her head, sighing as if that could dispel the uneasiness that settles in her guts. She knew that she needed to tell someone about everything - she knew since she left her mother's sight - but deep down she had hoped that everything would just go away. That she could simply live free of the fear that now permeates her dreams since that patrol.
"Sorry Figfeather I didn't mean it like that- it's just hard to explain? I guess? " Her paws itch. Did she step in an ant mound? She shuffles her feet, giving each paw a hardy shake as she continues.
"Can I-? I'll just, I'll start over. My mom she's... intense? She, " Sorrelsong frowns, glancing at the nearby nursery. Were all mothers the same as hers? The thought comes like a sharp cuff over the ears. It wouldn't be the first time she over reacted to something her mother said or did. Or implied. Oh! Why didn't I think of that before I came and wasted Figfeather's time! Stupid!
Figfeather was a mother right? Wouldn't she know? The thought of Figfeather saying, doing any of the things her mother did curled her spine. Or maybe it was different for clan cats? Maybe she simply got a normal kitty pet experience? That must be it.
"She, was just, really intense. Like, uh, just, I dunno, " 'Weak. Dreamer. Your stories won't get you anywhere in life, they're as useless as your brother's looks. I'm just getting you ready for the real world - you'll thank me then.' The muscles on her face contract, resisting the urge to flinch. Her stomach is empty at the memory. It's my fault anyways.
"She'd just have a funny way of joking around with my brothers and I, honestly it- I never really thought about it as an adult. It makes since now. I - Never - never mind. I'm sure it's just normal kitty pet stuff."
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