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LAKEMOON — me and the devil, walking side by side.
Those who knew Lakemoon- or perhaps even of her- knew her rather strange knack for apathy, her coolly toned demeanor in the face of hysteria.
It was something the blue-tinted warrior prided herself on- for the most part. She was still a being, and can still recall the last time she shed a tear. Her voluntary separation from her kin for example, or perhaps she had let one slip as she watched Clayfur sink his fangs into her grandmothers throat.
Her rage was rarely seen, but booming when it was.
Yet, her emotional stability was rarely handy when put in a situation that called for comfort.
The small fish clasped within her jaws is only a somber sign of leaf-bares arrival, her expression reflecting none of the disappointment within herself as Lakemoon dropped it within the dwindling fresh-kill pile.
More than ready to wash the fish from her claws, the lanky she-cat is content to disappear into the brittle reed stalks for a moment.
At least, she had been until the soft sound of quiet cries reached her ears far too late, parting reeds revealing a sniffling Dipperpaw perched right where Lakemoon needed to dip her paws.
The adolescent was not her kin, her apprentice, or her responsibility, but even the silvery warrior knew it would be wrong to simply walk away.
"Are you alright?" Velvet voice is low as the taller warrior comes to Dipperpaws side, brows slightly pinched together in concern.
@DIPPERPAW
"speech"
Those who knew Lakemoon- or perhaps even of her- knew her rather strange knack for apathy, her coolly toned demeanor in the face of hysteria.
It was something the blue-tinted warrior prided herself on- for the most part. She was still a being, and can still recall the last time she shed a tear. Her voluntary separation from her kin for example, or perhaps she had let one slip as she watched Clayfur sink his fangs into her grandmothers throat.
Her rage was rarely seen, but booming when it was.
Yet, her emotional stability was rarely handy when put in a situation that called for comfort.
The small fish clasped within her jaws is only a somber sign of leaf-bares arrival, her expression reflecting none of the disappointment within herself as Lakemoon dropped it within the dwindling fresh-kill pile.
More than ready to wash the fish from her claws, the lanky she-cat is content to disappear into the brittle reed stalks for a moment.
At least, she had been until the soft sound of quiet cries reached her ears far too late, parting reeds revealing a sniffling Dipperpaw perched right where Lakemoon needed to dip her paws.
The adolescent was not her kin, her apprentice, or her responsibility, but even the silvery warrior knew it would be wrong to simply walk away.
"Are you alright?" Velvet voice is low as the taller warrior comes to Dipperpaws side, brows slightly pinched together in concern.
@DIPPERPAW
"speech"
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