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    The wolverine arrived shortly after Atticus, taking a couple of seconds to giggle at Henry's lovely and creative mask - it only grew louder as Attie drew eyebrows. Her own mask was rather strange - it was cut out of an old hat, making the female look rather like a robber.


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    At the mention of 'spider', Moth squeaked slightly and bounced onto the nearest box or rock she could find. She hated spiders, but had no idea why - it wasn't like they were actually harmful.


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    It was heartbreaking to hear Atticus crying out for Moth to stop, but she had to get Henry here. Henry could deal with it.


    As soon as the wolverine was sure that the labrador had arrived, she hopped into the lodge and began to pick up shards of shattered glass, finding a plastic bag to put them in. She didn't want either of the two to get hurt, and she was certain that they didn't necessarily want too many people crowded around.


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    The female could hear the smashes from at least twenty metres away. She instantly looked around, grimacing as she saw Atticus launch out of his cabin. At first, she thought he had done something silly, but soon realised the male was crying.


    Moth didn't run over. Nope - instead, she screamed. Loudly.


    "HENRY! HENRY, GET YOUR BUTT OVER HERE NOW!" she hollered, her voice a lot louder now she was bigger.


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    Oh, ok, that didn't sound so bad at all, if that was what he had drank over a long while.


    At his offer of a cake, the female wolverine blushed slightly. "If that's ok, I mean, they look really nice like that," she said, before wincing slightly - it was obviously a lie, the cakes were sort of squashed up all together.


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    The new wolverine followed Wendell into the small basement, looking around. It was... different. She didn't like the alcohol that was stacked around her - it made her feel bad for Wendell - but the cakes did look rather delicious. She followed the male's directions and sat down too, falling slightly as she overestimated her body size. Being small sucked.


    "Did... did you really drink all of that? Alone?" she finally said, pointing towards the empty bottles of alcohol. Moth had a sinking feeling in her chest that he had indeed consumed the beverages by himself, but some desperate part of her was hoping that that wasn't true.


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    // its fine lol why??


    Moth recoiled slightly at Wendell's gloomy tone, not quite used to him being this... sad. It was upsetting, certainly, and Moth wanted to help him.


    "Oh, yes, sure!" she said with a smile, waiting for him to guide her in. Whilst she would have known where to go if the lodge was still there... she didn't know where the entrance to the cellar was, even though she had a good idea.


    The female gently bumped (ffs it corrected to humped wtf) Wendell with her shoulder, casting him another large smile.


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    // wendell should change his name to logan cos damn


    Shortly after Moth had arrived back, Wendell had invited her for a catch-up talk at his home. However, what Moth was not expecting was his home to be a cellar. She should have known that Windclan was ruined, she had been there when the temperature had begun to change, but it had completely left her mind. Her own home was ruined, broken Monty Python DVDs and bits of cactus pots everywhere - she'd been incredibly sad about that, her cacti had been her last memory of staying at Darkclan. She supposed that it was definitely in the past now.


    Moth ambled along, her even shorter legs making it hard for her too move. The wolverine sniffed out Wendell pretty shortly after she turned the corner for the lodges, and the stench of stale alcohol hit her. Oh god, Wendell had been drinking again. She scrunched up her nose slightly, heading forwards until she reached Wendell, offering him a small smile.


    "H-hello."


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    Wendell and Henry approached, both asking why the heck she was a wolverine now. "Yes, it's me, and I kind of... umm... magic?" she shrugged, trying to signal that she didn't quite know what had happened herself. She then took a few minutes to look over the two greeters, frowning slightly as she realised they both looked rather dishevelled and generally sad. "Are... are you ok...?" she asked, concern entering her voice.


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    Moth didn't even know where the heck she had been - all she could remember was a chance meeting with a magician who offered her the chance to change her body. Moth, being gullible as hell and wanting to change her body, agreed. She wanted to maybe be a wolf, or some sort of dog! That would be really cool, a Shiba Inu or something! But no. She'd ended up as a wolverine.


    Sheepishly approaching the border, the female ducked her head down. Her small stature had remained even as a wolverine, and she looked rather undersized. "Hello?" she called somewhat quietly, clearing her throat. "Is anyone there? It's Moth back... to see her cacti," Moth added jokingly, frowning slightly as she realised how weird it sounded.


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    Moth arrived shortly after Atticus, a small squeak escaping her mouth. She skidded to a halt beside the father and son, her eyes wide. "Atticus, is there anything I need to get?" she nearly shouted, ready to race off for supplies.


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    Oh, wow! Someone was interested in her cacti. That was new.


    "Well, umm," she began, collecting the tray of spiky plants. "This is Dougal, and then that's Harry. This one is Maurice," Moth said, picking out her favourite one and delicatley placing in front of Wendell. "He's a parodia magnifica!"


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    Moth noticed Wendell looking at her, and a small smile spread across her face as she gazed over the bright orange suit as he bowed. She blushed a little, although she knew it was just the male's sense of humour. "I'm, uh, good! You?"


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    All that Moth could make out was that she was watching a good film - Wendell was laughing already. She grinned - not because she could read what was on the screen, but because his laughter was just such a brilliant sound. As he read the subtitles out to her, Moth's small giggle grew into a larger laugh. This was quite funny, actually, and she could certainly see why it was on the wolverine's shortlist.


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    Moth smelled blood. She smelled lots of it, too. Following the iron scent, she arrived at the scene a mere couple of minutes after Bill had disappeared. She didn't know who the heck it was, but she didn't think it would be possible to even tell.


    She began to feel queasy and her knees buckled, her throat stung and her eyes watered. She was on the verge of fainting.


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    The smaller female grinned at Wendell's comment, wondering herself how the hell she'd been able to pull the large male into her house. She ushered him over to the TV, quickly hiding the DVD box. Although Wendell had recommended nearly all of the films, Moth wanted this one to be a surprise. She clicked play after dimming the oil lamps, sending a glance Wendell's way to see if he recognised the beginning.


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    Moth had been hoping that someone would have asked her to the ball, but she'd soon realised that she didn't actually need a date to go, and had decided to be independent. She had dressed in a simple black lace dress, with small-heeled black shoes. It took a few minutes for her to walk up to the building, as she was naturally apprehensive. Truthfully, she just wanted to stay at home and look after her cacti - maybe even watch a film that Wendell had reccomended.


    Nah. She was here now. Moth headed into the building, her brown hair falling slightly in her face as she looked around. Finally, she spotted Wendell, and quietly made her way over to him.


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