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Post by Honeystorm on Nov 30, 2018 19:37:29 GMT -5
Nadia sat silently at the edge of the brook, watching as cats went about their days around her, going to and from their family dens, talking with others, and generally just existing. The Dvorayne didn't bother to join in. It wasn't out of some sense of arrogance, more so that she really didn't see a point. It's not like any of them cared about her anyway. As such, after a few more moments of observation, the she-cat stood, turning and trotting out into the forest to be by herself. This was normal for her, to keep away from everyone, and as far as most cats knew, she'd always been this way. She was extraordinarily cynical and pessimistic, which meant few cats really made an effort to interact with her outside of a first or second meeting, not wanting to be dragged down by the she-cat's constant negativity. Not that she minded.
Momo had been tracking her way though the BrookClan undergrowth. Her attention currently focused to the ground her paws were walking on. The she-cat had been remembering her promise to Lua and had been determined to bring the tiny podarok something back to entertain the young kitten. She'd remembered how boring it had been when she was a kit and virtually confined to the inner campground. Though nowadays younger cats had more freedom to venture where they pleased, with the current war going on she wasn't surprised that many kits had been urged and forced to stay near their dens. So the pale cream and ginger she-cat had taken it upon herself to find something interesting for the younger kits to do.
She'd just found a small stache of bird feathers when she'd noticed Nadia walking by. She frowned slightly at the aura the she-cat was giving off. She looked down at the feathers and flicked her ears, she'd hopefully remember where they were later. Without another second of hesitation, she'd picked up her pace and move towards Nadia's direction. She hadn't formally met the cat yet and she'd figured now was a reasonably good time to do so. As she approached her quickened pace slowed and she dipped her head slowly, "Greetings~"
