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Guider Almast sighed quietly as she watched the other tykes playing in Post Kilo. It seemed that she was never really going to leave this place. Not only had she been promoted late due to the fact that she had struggled to learn her duties as a guider, but soon after she had finally been promoted, she had been forced to move to Post Kilo when it was announced that she was expecting tykes. Of course she could have continued her duties as a guider, she ran the risk of contracting some disease which would endanger her and her unborn tykes. This is what had made her move to Post Kilo the moment she discovered she was expecting. This wasn't exactly how she had thought her life would turn out though. She didn't exactly get along with the father of her kits and so far he'd made no move to visit her in Post Kilo even though he had to know that the kits were his. Perhaps word just hadn't gotten to him yet? Either that or he just didn't want to see her. Either way she hadn't told anyone who the father was yet. A she cat didn't have to reveal the father of her tykes unless she wanted to after all.
Her gaze traveled up towards the ceiling as the squeak of a bat drew her out of her thoughts. The Regime was having a bit of a problem with bats at the moment and the Raisers and Origins had been told to take extra precautions since one rabid bat had already been killed near post Kilo. It had apparently killed Mercenary Raya. Perhaps she shouldn't wander so close to Post Kilo's exit. She didn't exactly want to deal with the bats. Of course they were in Post Kilo as well, but mercenaries posted here kept them from bothering the residents of Post Kilo so it was a bit safer than the rest of the posts. As she turned to go, she frowned. A bat had detached itself from its perch on the ceiling and was flying straight for her.
winterclan's leader and mistakenly caught floaty thing
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Post by simplylight on Nov 21, 2018 11:18:07 GMT -5
"Get away from my sister, you mangy flea-winged bat." A voice hissed from nearby and Beryl came flying forward, striking the bat down with sharp black claws. The young mercenary snapped the creatures neck with a quick bite and stepped back in disgust. "I'll be glad when these dumb creatures disappear." She snorted, kicking dust on the bat with a front paw. Her eyes drifted over to Almast and glanced her over. Good; she seemed unharmed. Beryl still couldn't believe she was going to be an aunt! An elated feeling rose in her chest every time she pictured the little babes. Her eyes locked with her sister's and she frowned at the troubled pools. "What's wrong? Has that good-for-nothing still not revealed himself?" Her eyes narrowed. She knew Almast wasn't going to give him away, but she wanted to know so bad. It almost stung that she wouldn't even tell her own sibling, but she knew she had to have reasons. At least, she hoped. The truth would reveal itself eventually, so Beryl chose not to worry too much. "Oh, just wait until I get my claws on him."
"Nothing is really bothering me honestly. I suppose it's just hard to relax with all of these bats everywhere. She knew Beryl might spot her lie, but she wasn't ready to tell even her about the terrible breakup she'd had with the father of her tykes. They had been so close at one point, but with time they had drifted apart and arguments had become commonplace. Now they could hardly stand to be around each other. It always led to an argument honestly so perhaps it was only natural that he didn't come to see her. It hurt honestly since she still had feelings for him, but there was nothing she could do at this point and dwelling on it always made her feel depressed. "It's really not worth the trouble talking to him would cause. It's easier this way." Of course her eyes betrayed her true feelings, but she was stubborn. It was unseemly to act upset or cause a scene. She had always been very proper and that meant she would deal with her current situation without much complaint.
winterclan's leader and mistakenly caught floaty thing
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Post by simplylight on Nov 21, 2018 12:11:29 GMT -5
Beryl narrowed her eyes even more, turning them into emerald slits at that point. She knew that Almast was not telling the truth. The black she-cat stepped over to her sister's side and sat down, placing her tail lightly on her shoulder. Her own argumentative nature made her want to retort, but she held her tongue. Debating on the morality of that statement probably would not be best with Almast's current state. "Why don't we go on a walk? I'll keep you safe from the bats." She meowed, glancing over at the entrance to Post Kilo. It may be good for them both to escape from the bats and the tunnels for a moment.
"Well..." Part of her was worried that by leaving Post Kilo, she ran risk of running into more trouble with the bats, but as long as Beryl was with her she would be fine right? Besides, it would be nice to get out for a bit of fresh air. It had been a long time since she last went to the surface...Finally she nodded. "Alright, but we can't go anywhere to messy. It's near impossible to get dirt out of my fur you know." Even now, Almast made a fuss over her fur. She wasn't as bad about it now that she had worked as a guider, but there would always be a part of her that despised filth and messes of any sort.
