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    she stood at the entrance of the leaders den, staring in. staring at the dirty walls, staring at the few stray leaves on the ground. staring at the empty patch where the nest should have been. she missed him - she missed him so much.


    as old as she acted, as old as she mentally was, she was still young in some ways. she still wanted her father there, by her side, to tell her stories and what she was doing wrong. she wanted him to lull her to sleep, to battle the demons of her nightmares. she wanted him to be there for her children like he was for her, she wanted him to be there when she announced a mate, when she had another litter. she wanted him to grow old and retire, she wanted to visit him in the elders den and bring him food.


    but she never would, not anymore. she'd lost him. she'd been so stupid, taking him for granted. she'd been so foolish. she'd have given anything to have him back at that moment, but it would be to no avail.


    she'd spent the day cleaning it, and she fancied smokebreath would move in, sooner or later. part of her didn't want him to, part of her wanted this den to still carry her fathers faint smell forever. but it wouldn't, couldn't. the world still spun, life still moved on. that was how the clans worked.


    a sigh escaped the warriors lips as she turned, glancing at the setting sun. she moved towards the freshkill pile and poked around, finally deciding she was in no move to eat and taking a seat instead.

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 350px; text-align: justify; letter-spacing: -1px;] His smell still drifted into memories sometimes. His stupid accent and the way he looked as if he couldn't hear her when she knew he could. Rat didn't know him as well as she would have liked to.


    He was an ally to her. No, Quiet was a "friend", if the word could be used so loosely. He had treated her not like a grumpy elder, but as someone with a purpose for their anger. Like him. If she analyzed every encounter they had, he was angry too. They were two different cats with the same anger. Quietstar expressed his in some sort of kindness, a way to help others in their time of need. Ratbreath showed hers by getting work done. She would slave over hunting and repairs until her paws ached. She wanted to be better than her angry self.


    Quietstar was the cat she wanted to be. StarClan chose him for a reason.


    She missed him.


    The silver tabby padded to the fresh-kill pile, dropping off some puny fish and a squirrel. Slim pickings this time of year. Her green eyes glanced at she-cat sitting there, staring at the oncoming dusk. "You're Quiet's daughter, right?" she asked, voice quiet but firm.


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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; color=white; font-family: trebuchet ms; width: 350px;][justify]alice wandered over to the freshkill pile, having decided in the last few seconds that it was dinner time. the sun set early during leaf-bare. that meant it was probably time to eat. the girl sniffed around the pile, and eventually decided on the little fish ratbreath had brought in. she wasn't exactly that hungry, after all. the tabby reached out a paw and dragged the fish of the pile with a single claw, then picked it up and moved to join her clanmates.


    "hey you." she said cheerily, dropping the fish at her feet. the greeting had been directed at palemoon. 'you look a little glum, chum. what's up?"
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    a voice interrupted her bout of depression and grief, and the gray feline turned two gray eyes to the duo. how did she feel? pretty... gray.


    "uh, yeah. his and sheogoraths. adopted, i mean, but he still raised me, from a moon old." she explained, a sigh escaping her lips as she nodded to her best friend. "i miss him. all i have now for kin are pansypaw and sheokit. even then, she's growing up, and he's in bloodclan." she said, a sigh escaping her lips. she missed her children.

    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; color=white; font-family: trebuchet ms; width: 350px;][justify]alice smiled softly and aimed a gentle flick of her tail at palemoon's shoulder. "hey, i'm practically your kin, right?" she mewed, and gave her friend a pointed look. "i miss 'em too though. you know, i was a just lil kitty before he was leader, when he was quietlark. he was nice to me. i remember i always liked his accent, i thought it was kinda funny."
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