[fancypost borderwidth=0px][justify][sup]seeing gunpowder a few tails lengths away, the cinnamon tabby padded over expressionless. instead of saying anything, she simply sat beside him. gunpowder was a good cat. she wanted to be with someone.
copperwires definitely wouldn't say anything, but her mind would. she envied louvreart ever so much. to be up there with the deputy? perhaps a leader sooner than later? that was an honor. the ex-reaper herself wished to be up there, but then again, not. if she was invited, yes of course! but she would not jump there on her own mind. no, it was disrespectful in her opinion. other cats did it, but she didn't judge. naw, she shrugged it off; they can do what they want to. i'm not their mother.