Take me with you... {She Cat Open for Capture}

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    Lecithin paused. "Yeah, Dokuro, you most likely have to catch up on herbs, which doesn't seem that bad in my opinion". She chuckled and looked at him, raising her brows. She already considered him as a friend. Perhaps, if she was accepted into the skulls, she would hang out with him more. Both of them liked herbs, so it didn't seem like a bad idea.

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    "Yeah, sure." Dita replied. It seemed that there was only one den left to show here. Motioning the group with a flick of her tail, she padded lazily to the Peasant's den. "That's were you'll be residing as a peasant." she said, glancing at the she-cat.

    Lecithin blinked. 'Peasant'?!She thought. "Do we get treated harshly"? She asked with no expression in her voice. If she was going to be beat, and held against her own will, she might as well just die right there and then. She let out a nervous sigh, clearly showing anxiety in her whole body.

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    Glancing casually at the she-cat, the kitten shrugged. "Not that bad as they used do." she replied flatly, not seeming to care that she seemed nervous. "If you prove yourself to my dad, then you can be a Skull. Good luck with that," she snorted, looking away, gaze landing on the den once more.

    Lecithin blinked. "Well I'll try my best, but doubt I'll have any luck". She sighed and shook her head. "So if you're the daughter of the leader, you must be royalty then eh"? She asked the kitten curiously. "I'm more into herbs anyways, but I suppose they decide who are the herb apprentices then". She said.

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    "Yeah, I am royalty. That's why people treat me with respect even if I am a she-cat," Afrodita answered her question, glancing at Lecithin with bored, stormy blue orbs. [b]"Herbs? Oh, yeah, they already have herb apprentices. They can only be toms, apparently."

    Lecithin felt a tang of disappointment. "Great... There goes that". She said quietly. She sat down, frustrated. If toms were the only respect here, that would mean she would get treated like junk. Her pink eyes were dull, but perhaps someone could cheer her up.

    "It's for the best," Dokuro interjected. "Females have their places and males have their places. It's what Fortis would want." He shrugged his shoulders.

    The albino flattened her ears, she suddenly wished she hadn't turned up here. Sighing, she turned and drug herself to the peasant den, the albino let her tail drag as she walked. She didn't want to get treated like sh*t, not when she didn't do anything wrong. If showing up in the territory was the mistake, she might as well die there and then. Once she reached the den, she padded back into the shadows, and flopped down, disappointment flooding through her whole body.

    Dokuro watched her walk away with mild confusion. "Hey! Come back 'ere," he called out. "There's no point in sulking. There's still stuff to see."

    Lecithin perked her ears as he spoke. She sighed again, and stood up, walking towards the entrance, peeking outside. "Like"? She still had a disappointed tone in her voice, yet behind it was a bit of curiosity.

    "Fine". She sighed annoyingly. Padding out of the den, and stalking over to them she flicked her tail. "Lead the way royal".