PRIVATE, DEVILSGATE ☾ I'M THE POISON IN YOUR BONES

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    [fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 450px][justify]It was quite a shame that BloodClan had moved territories again. Peachmoon had quite liked the moonlit forest they'd once resided in. The buttermilk flowers were such a nice touch...she wasn't quite sure if really any particularly attractive flora grew in the sandy desert.


    Quietly sighing to herself, Peachmoon trudged along the warm sand. The moon had already risen, and its light made her lithe figure seem to almost glow against the ebony skies. She fluttered her mirror-like, baby blue eyes as she pressed her lips together like she was trying to think. They were neutrals with each other, right? So trespassing wouldn't do too much harm. Probably.

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    Well, Devilsgate sure didn't like the desert either. Sand everywhere, burning the pads of his feet in the early evening of the day, not to mention the way the sun seemed to heat up his jet black fur. Simply put, he wasn't a fan of the heat. He would much rather reside under the shade of a forest tree.


    But he was in no position to complain about their territory. He wasn't in any condition, either, with his stomach hollow and his cheeks thin, legs like sticks due to the malnutrition he suffered whilst in a coma. His biggest issue was perhaps the feeling of the amnesia. Jethro had helped, had showed him how they were close friends, told him he would help Devils through the confusion. Even then he felt still lost, as if grasping only one jigsaw puzzle piece, and having to find the rest to create the picture. It was mental agony.


    But he found distractions. Like today.


    "Name and business?" The canine would speak clearly as he approached the feline, his silver orbs scanning her face as if trying to determine if he knew her or not.

    [fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 450px][justify]Oh, well that hadn't taken very long. "Miss—" She was about to have spoken her name to the man, however something about him seemed quite familiar. "...Wolfsbane? she murmured, almost a little unsure if it was truly him. Certainly so though, she was quite sure that was his voice. "Devilsgate." She confirmed this now with the male's current name, while she replaced her shocked expression with a smile. He hadn't anything to do with Uma anymore, so they were practically strangers. This meant she could do whatever she pleased. "Pleased to see you again. It's Banner. Peachmoon Banner."