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[MAPLETUFT]

Scalejaws quick exit from the camp had gotten her thinking, recently. She had been torn in two, wanting to go check on Mirepurr, wanting to go check on Scalejaw, and ultimately checking on neither. She had gone to bed that night, tucked in to a nest that hadn't been shared with the one cat she needs in years. The flowers he had given her so, so long ago, are in tatters, a touch away from practically disintegrating beneath her paw. I could really use your advice, Midnight. I miss you.

That day had passed and she finds herself at the leaders den, finally, after contemplating. She was alone in her thoughts, she must make quick decisions.

Brown eyes shine in pity, sorrow in the low-light. "Mirepurr...?" hushed and soft, she lingers at the entrance where they had been locked away in. Do you want to go on a walk with me? Can I come in? Are you okay? Are you scared? Her mouth opens and closes as various things she can ask flit through her brain in mere seconds, a frustrated pull-back of her lips the only telling thing that shes still there. I miss you, i'm afraid of you becoming leader, i'm afraid, i'm afraid, i'm sure you're just as afraid, probably more, and thats okay, why is no sound leaving her mouth? Why can't she speak? Where did the lump in her throat come from? It's okay. It's going to be all okay.

She stares at the child that had lain at her flank blankly.

It's like all at once can she finally speak again, swallowing hard before she begins a worried ramble, "Lets get you out of here, dear... A walk, would you like to go on a walk with me? The leaves are beginning to change." she tries hard to sell it, her heart yearns for the connection temporarily severed by grief over Smogstar. A distraction? Oh, maybe shes trying too hard, but shes fraying at the ends in sheer paranoia and worry. "They say that if you catch falling leaves before they hit the ground, you'll have good luck, you know... Adderfang told me about it," that old elder, he's an amusing one, sometimes...

𝖶𝖧𝖤𝖭 𝖳𝖧𝖠𝖳 𝖬𝖮𝖮𝖭 𝖨𝖲 𝖡𝖨𝖦 𝖠𝖭𝖣 𝖡𝖱𝖨𝖦𝖧𝖳 *•.🍁.•* 𝖨𝖳𝖲 𝖠 𝖲𝖴𝖯𝖤𝖱𝖭𝖠𝖳𝖴𝖱𝖠𝖫 𝖣𝖤𝖫𝖨𝖦𝖧𝖳

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[MIRESTAR]

The air feels dusty in here now. Mirepurr watches the odd particle here and there floating through the filtered sunlight and wonders: do they carry any remains of Smogstar still, or is it just their imagination? Their nose still stubbornly clings to his distinctive scent, but in time, even the most skillful of trackers will lose the trail. It is entirely futile to stay cooped up in here... and for what it's worth, their awful mood has slowly started to lift, enough at least for them to see some common sense under all that gloom.

One thing is clear; they cannot keep on going like this. The notion itself is terrifying... but then again, what is not terrifying about life? Time and time again, it throws curve balls at ShadowClan... and time and time again, they manage to stay afloat. Surely this is not different

Except it all depends on me now. Never before had that thought soured them.

Mirepurr startles at the familiar voice behind them. Quickly, their paws shoot out from underneath them — they hadn't even noticed the loafing position they had taken up for who knows how long, simply staring at the wall, or letting their head droop in quiet contemplation.

Warm orange meets bright blue; Mirepurr barely manages to croak out a "Mapletuft," and in turn, she stares back at them wordlessly. Perhaps she is just as disappointed in them as Scalejaw had been, seeing them take out their emotions in a never-before-seen fashion. Uncharacteristic... it is not the precedent they wish to set.

And of course, such a thought seems foolish the moment Mapletuft opens her mouth.

"A walk..." they repeat, as if they can scarcely believe the suggestion. It is a welcomed one; already, tears threaten to build at the bottom of their eyes, but Mirepurr decides a smile suits them better than a cry. Mapletuft deserves as much- even if it does not nearly rival the depth of Mirepurr's emotions as they are reminder of her care. "That... I'd like that, yes."

Their limbs feel stiff as they near the entrance, joining Mapletuft's side with something akin to hesitation. Of themself, not her; she has never given them a reason to remain apprehensive. "Really? We should get going then, before all the leaves fall."

It has always been easy to get lost in the comfort of her eyes. Mirepurr manages to swim along it, despite the previous terror's threats to push them under... now, their head is above the water, only guided by Mapletuft's love.
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