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Mantissong.
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( ♬ ) Aside from being camp-bound, Mantissong lacked... entertainment. Or, well, she didn't-afterall, in Windclan, if you blink, you'll miss another new dramatic instance, whether it's someone dying, someone attacking someone, or something spicier-but she lacked personal entertainment, and with Hyacinthbreath gone it left her, once more, in the beginning of her little scheme. She sighed, blowing a stray strand out of her face as she furrowed her brow, looking quite deep in thought as her pale lavender-esque hued eyes focused boredly on the far wall of the camp, resting her head on her non-bandaged limb. All she wanted was cats who would do as she asked without too much effort, someone who'd fetch her meals for her and keep her nest warm at night, was that really too much to ask for?
Sighing once more, Mantissong rolled her head over her paw, glancing a bit closer to where she was hidden within the medicine den, trying to see if she could catch the eye of anyone around to atleast fill the day for her, someone to talk to at minimum. Then, she spotted them. One of the rogues who hung around those who Sootstar recruited-specifically seemed to idle around that white-faced fellow she hadn't bothered to learn the name of-and she got a devious little glint to her eyes. Entertainment found.
Not even bothering to rack her brain for the cat's name, the pale albino lifted her good paw and waved to the other, motioning them over with a friendly, kind smile, a purr edging in her chest. "Heyyy," She sang, fluttering those pretty eyes and tilting her head, using her large, fluffy tail to motion to a spot near her, "Why don't you come over here? Sure beats standing around waiting for orders like a dog, right?" Take the bait you overgrown buffoon and get over here, She thought, hiding the malicious intent in her eyes with a bubbly giggle that made her close her eyes as they crinkled in the corners.
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( NOT SUCH A BAD BITCH WHEN I'M ON MY OWN ; THRIFT STORE SWEATER WITH THE HOLES )Sighing once more, Mantissong rolled her head over her paw, glancing a bit closer to where she was hidden within the medicine den, trying to see if she could catch the eye of anyone around to atleast fill the day for her, someone to talk to at minimum. Then, she spotted them. One of the rogues who hung around those who Sootstar recruited-specifically seemed to idle around that white-faced fellow she hadn't bothered to learn the name of-and she got a devious little glint to her eyes. Entertainment found.
Not even bothering to rack her brain for the cat's name, the pale albino lifted her good paw and waved to the other, motioning them over with a friendly, kind smile, a purr edging in her chest. "Heyyy," She sang, fluttering those pretty eyes and tilting her head, using her large, fluffy tail to motion to a spot near her, "Why don't you come over here? Sure beats standing around waiting for orders like a dog, right?" Take the bait you overgrown buffoon and get over here, She thought, hiding the malicious intent in her eyes with a bubbly giggle that made her close her eyes as they crinkled in the corners.
@Nutsprout