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    ✦ ✧ ✦ the sweet-smelling scent of the kittypet, so out of place among the oily scent of the city cats, had long since fled the bloodclan camp; through and through, she was a coward, wasn't she? eyes of amber looked upon almost every cat here in fear, yet she did not have the guts to leave. cowering in corners, avoiding the piercing gazes of many of her so-called clanmates, it was obvious she was out of place here... though she kept herself there, for whatever reason. it was only after some convincing that she had realised how in-danger she really was in this place.


    so she had fled, but not obviously. by a select few she had been hidden and lead away. perhaps one day she would pay bloodclan more heed, but for now... her traitorous paws would not tread the earth in this place ever again. to cushy kittypet life she would return, though not before ensuring with aid that her trail was concealed, so no one may follow her and put her home in danger.

    As one of the two who had smuggled Missy out of this place, he knows exactly where she's gone; she's made her way back to her twoleg, where she had always truly belonged in the first place. He already feels himself missing her. They weren't that close—just casual acquaintances, or perhaps even budding friends—but her kindness and moral correctness was refreshing in the cruel world of Bloodclan. She had gone too far in telling Thunderclan Nathanos' name, he'd tattled, and now that friendship has become strained, her kindness and purity having been tainted by fear. If he wants to visit her now, he'll have to do it on his own time. It's a bummer, but he supposes he can live with it if it means that the poor girl can keep her teeth and her life. He just has to make sure she's safe there, and no Bloodclanner tries hunting her down or anything. So, without an ounce of emotion in his face that would betray his sadness to see her leave, he circles a spot in the church, his paws aching slightly from walking her all the way home, and he rests his body, not saying a word about her disappearance as he lets his eyes slip shut.

    ✧ — Not much escaped the woman's gaze, the eyes of the sickened creation shifting over those that she ruled over. But she had noticed her absence, much like she would notice anyone's and what had happened to her she was mildly curious about. Her gaze narrowed slightly and the woman was thoughtful about the situation. Crow's questions had gone unanswered and thus it looked rather guilty for the molly's sudden disappearance and she allowed a soft sigh before the pumpkin smelling leader would turn on paw and allow her gaze to rest on Ryland then. Although she kept her thoughts to herself, nothing but a vague intrigue look upon her facial features before she turned away completely and disappeared to walk the halls.