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Her mother had always been an optimist. A loving, caring feline who wanted to keep the peace and wanted the best for her home. Filled with so much hope, so much faith that something would change things.

In the end, that had been what killed her. Too much praying and hoping- only acting at the very, very end. And for what end?

They used to tell her she was nothing but a pretty face. Just a piece of eye candy without the mental strength to lead. It had been Wolfgang that loved to tell her so. How her mother loved that old, incompetent tom until her last breath Miss would never understand- but she had believed him, for a time. It took them moons of hard work to finally, finally prove that females could be the real deal; the beauty and the brains. And it only took a few more moons for the rules to get taken down. The dark ages were over!

But if they'd told her, so long ago, that this was what it would all come to- she would have told Cerberus not to bother. Now there was no one left that knew her story, not the complete one. No one that knew what she'd done. After jumping ship, they'd all left her and Lady to rot here. And now Avorio was dead. The golden era had ended before it truly began.

Just recently, that dumb punk Mizu had challenged her. After all she'd done, they still doubted her. Yeah, so she tried to keep the mood light sometimes, but that was not an invitation to throw all semblance of some respect out the window. Apparently Miss Havisham still had things to prove to someone.

Wasn't that always the case? The calico snorted, swiping at a teacup. It had been so peaceful on that sunny tabletop. So pretty, delicate, frail. So many qualities, but none of them being intelligence. It was helpless as it was hurled to the ground, shattering into thousands of fragmented wishes. Beautiful, but deadly.

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In her opinion, the pink porcelain looked a lot better strewn about. Then again, Miss wasn’t known for her good taste in aesthetics.

The light twinkled against the glassy exterior as the surroundings shifted, marking the arrival of others. Her pink tongue darted out to lick the charcoal nose as she peered at the clanmates she’d grown used to seeing around in the past moon.

Only the smallest crashing noise had brought them running. A sound that once only meant that a skull was alive and well was now treated like an alarm bell that something was wrong. Their concern drew out a sigh from the thin feline. Even Mizupaw had showed up, although she’d bet he regretted it. The hostility was registered. No one liked being scolded, and he’d made a point to be stubborn about his grudge against her. ”Hello, Mizupaw,” Flicking her ear lazily, the calico began to say something along the lines that she valued her loyalty to her clan over a petty fight, but Milkyway made a sudden cameo. ”Hey, Milkywaywishes.” Bonding had never been Havisham’s ‘thing’, so she refrained from using any nicknames-even if the kitsune’s full name was a pro-clan-ish mouthful. What was up with that, anyways? Waving the question away, she tipped her head to Kasai, who she’d only spotted briefly on the camping trip. ”You seem familiar.” Something about the bandana-wearing feline vaguely reminded her of a certain pumpkin.

”He messed with the wrong cat,” her joking mew danced down to the mess on the ground. No point in telling them about her resentment. It was best to keep that sort of thing bottled up inside, where no one could use it against her. Her next mutter was more subtle. ”Among others I could mention.” But most of them weren’t around to tell the story anymore, unfortunately. By that point, the only thing still holding up her reputation was her notorious kidnappings- particularly Birch’s. If she could only mold him into an obedient soldier, maybe then she would finally be regarded as a formidable force. No cat would screw with her if she had a wolf by her side.

Although, maybe smashing things was enough for her. Miss surprised herself when she nuzzled three more cups to their lip of the table. ”You both should try it… It’s actually kind of liberating.” Seeing the impact her force could have was empowering.
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