Sitting in the moonlight and maybe looking for a mate

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    Featherwing sighed as she looked out at the moon. So beautiful but it has no mate or friend, she thought, Like me.....

    Moonflourish padded near and sat down, her belly full from her just eating a small rabbit. It was chewy and stringy, and parts of it stuxk to her teeth. She ground her teeth absentmindedly. She stared the moon, it reflected in her eyes. Her eyes, which had the brightness, coldness, and harshness as a winter moon. She knew she had a white circle right on her forehead, that's how she was named Moonkit. She saw the other she-cat there and smiled casually and said, "Hello. The moon's beautiful tonight, isn't it?'

    "Yes," Featherwing breathed. A tear ran down her face. Her teeth gritted. "The full moon was when my parent were murdered."

    "Hello? Is someone out there?" Darkpelt called from behind a tree.

    "Oh hello. I'm Darkpelt you are?" The dark tom walked out of the bush completely.

    Ashenfur stared at the moon with a dramatic sigh. After several minutes of silence, the cinnamon tortie declared, "I am... bored out of my mind. Anybody want to talk or something?"

    "Anything," she answered, grinning at Darkpelt. "Just not endless angst about full moons past, which is what just about everyone does."