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    tags ✦ ✧ ✦ "Aug?" Tam's voice was never soft, but it was noticeably more constrained than usual, as though he was making an effort to whisper. The white kit disliked low noises: his hearing was poor enough that soft sounds escaped his attention completely, and even average ones were a struggle to understand. While he was by no means deaf—that implied some sort of handicap, and Tam refused to think of himself in such terms—he was certainly at least slightly impaired. "Are you busy?" He was lonely. With his parents busy, as usual, and his siblings away, he'd taken to seeking out his clanmates, even the ones whom he didn't know very well.


    PineFall!

    「I muse be dreaming — cause I don't believe in ghosts」

    Augustine had made himself a ghost the last few days, unable to stand by his sister Ruth like before. He'd failed during the raid and didn't get anything done, showing he wasn't cut out to live like this. The tom was built to fail just as his mother said, the way she put them down had driven him to lose emotions.


    Ears swiveling to the side at the mention of his name, unsure who'd want anything to do with him. "No, I'm just taking the time to think. Is there something you wanted?" The white kitten that approached him didn't appear familiar, yet somehow had the knowledge of his name. It made little sense but August didn't need to mention anything.