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MOONGEIST BEAM
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The two groups have split off into five, including their own group—Briar's group has become ShadowClan, which is a very fitting name for them, if not a bit dreary. And while other cats are going out, settling fully into the marsh territory that Briar has claimed, Moongeist is confined to the bounds of the group's camp. They're just about bored out of their mind, and they can only play so many rounds of mossball with boisterous kits before they feel like they're going stir-crazy.
A glance around camp reveals a cinnamon she-cat who looks as though she could be an interesting conversationalist, and the white-splashed feline trots over to stand to the right of her, pale eyes wide as he clears his throat. "Uh, hi," he murmurs, offering a dip of his head in greeting. Moongeist doesn't know this cat very well, only that her name is Sandra and she seems friendly enough. As he approaches her, a biting comment sits at the tip of his tongue for a brief moment before sizzling into nothing—there's no need to cause more problems for anyone. And he needs to get to know his fellow ShadowClan members better, he supposes, if he's going to be sticking around here. "How are you doing today? It's been kind of… crazy, lately."
They chastise themself for the remark; crazy is an understatement. It's been a few moons of tension and squabbles that finally crescendoed into a bloody fight before ending with the fracture of both groups of cats. "I'm Moongeist Beam, by the way," they add, a quick afterthought, since they aren't sure whether she actually knows who they are. They aren't exactly the most outgoing cat in camp, so it wouldn't surprise them if Sandra only knows them by their actions and not their name.
// @Sandylights
A glance around camp reveals a cinnamon she-cat who looks as though she could be an interesting conversationalist, and the white-splashed feline trots over to stand to the right of her, pale eyes wide as he clears his throat. "Uh, hi," he murmurs, offering a dip of his head in greeting. Moongeist doesn't know this cat very well, only that her name is Sandra and she seems friendly enough. As he approaches her, a biting comment sits at the tip of his tongue for a brief moment before sizzling into nothing—there's no need to cause more problems for anyone. And he needs to get to know his fellow ShadowClan members better, he supposes, if he's going to be sticking around here. "How are you doing today? It's been kind of… crazy, lately."
They chastise themself for the remark; crazy is an understatement. It's been a few moons of tension and squabbles that finally crescendoed into a bloody fight before ending with the fracture of both groups of cats. "I'm Moongeist Beam, by the way," they add, a quick afterthought, since they aren't sure whether she actually knows who they are. They aren't exactly the most outgoing cat in camp, so it wouldn't surprise them if Sandra only knows them by their actions and not their name.
// @Sandylights
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