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    It was raining. Moth didn't like the rain; it made her wet and soggy and dirty.


    Nonetheless, the feline was outside, drenched to her fur as rain sloshed about beside her. To an onlooker, it would have seemed incredibly weird that she was randomly stood outside in the rain, seemingly doing nothing - however, Moth was deep in thought. The type of thought that makes you stare at someone without realising you're staring at them. Somehow managing to snap out of her trance, the feline wheeled around, and headed in whatever direction looked like it led to warmth - she'd try her cabin first, actually. That sounded good.


    Moth blindly walked forwards, unable to tell where the hell she was due to the thin beads of water dripping down off of her pelt and disrupting her vision. She stumbled forwards, deciding that it didn't really matter where she walked, because no one would actually be out in this weather. Aggressively pulling her paws through the mud, the small tabby squinted, craning her neck slightly as she tried to spot whatever was in front of her.


    She was way too close to stop when she realised a wolverine was right in front of her, and her face awkwardly collided with the soggy dark brown fur of the stranger.


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    Moth had to do a double take at Honey's hand, but the slime had transformed it back into a paw. The female pretended that she hadn't seen anything - well, she hadn't really - and plonked herself down next to Honeydew. She really wanted to look after the creature, they seemed very innocent. She smiled at them broadly.


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    Moth noticed a variety of creatures arriving, and began to blush a hell of a lot. She wasn't particularly fond of all of this; being in the centre of attention. Nonetheless, she was incredibly grateful when Oliver flew up to 'save' her. She nervously stepped onto the griffin's green back, holding on tightly to his feathers and taking a deep breath in. She knew she hated height, so why the heck had she climbed a tree??


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    At the sound of a scream, Moth's ears perked up. The scream didn't sound familiar, and Moth quickly hurried over to the sound. Although she was fairly timid, she was oddly curious. Luckily, there seemed to be a few other members crowded around, and so the feline felt a little more relaxed. She went and stood near Honeydew, who seemed fairly freaked out. She followed their gaze to a grey serval, and smiled at them. "It's ok, they're just new," she whispered to Honeydew, before approaching tthe newcomer.


    "Hello... I'm Moth... I'm sort of new too!" she said goofily, before frowning, realising she sounded fairly dumb saying that. She wasn't a three year old, what the heck. She cleared her throat. "Oh, umm, if you make your paws into a heart shape towards Honeydew, they might forgive you," she suggested, looking back towards the slime.


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    Moth was fairly new, and so it was understandable if she got lost. What wasn't understandable, however, is the fact that she was stuck in a tree, with no idea how she was going to get down.


    It had seemed like a brilliant idea when she'd seen the tree and begun to climb it, but now she was at the top, she'd realised it was very high off the ground. Alongside clowns and blood, heights were another thing Moth couldn't deal with. Her eyes were swimming with tears as she teetered on the branch, squeaking slightly. Eventually, she decided it would be best to call for somsone.


    "Help! Please!" she cried, unaware that anyone coming to help her would think it was incredibly urgent.


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    To say that Moth bowled into the arrangement would be an understatement - she practically ran head first, did four flips and a barrel roll as she arrived. The feline had been distracted by a butterfly, and sat up, fur askew and her breath panting. She realised she'd interrupted an alliance, and stood up rather quickly. Luckily, it seemed to be nearing the end - that didn't matter... she'd messed up. Bad.


    Moth smiled awkwardly. "Oh... uh... an alliance... sounds good..." she said, adding 'I guess' under her breath. She'd never been too 'hot' on politics. Not even when she was in Darkclan.


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    Little Moth had no idea that Jekyll had a part of him that was a monster. When she had seen the bodies, and the writing, she'd pretty much thought the same thing as Blueridge - who the heck had murdered them? The small tabby was beginning to feel a little queasy, and swayed on her feet slightly as the interaction happened, never removing her eyes from the bodies. She momentarily zoned out, remembering when Righthook had attacked and killed his 'father', and began to feel incredibly nauseous. She made a squeaking sound, desperately trying to keep herself upright.


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    Moth felt a flicker of fear in her as Vader turned to look at her, placing a hand on his box. She winced slightly at the few sparks, but nodded at Vader's remark that he knew about it. As he moved down to the boar, Moth inhaled sharply and was about to ask him not to, when there was a fizzing sound and Vader's gloved hand shot up to his face. Moth peered over, narrowing her eyes. She couldn't quite tell what had happened, something to do with his eye. Momentarily ignoring the bloodied boar carcass, the feline stepped forwards. "Are you ok? What happened?" she asked, trying her best to sound kind. The female didn't really care if Vader couldn't feel emotion - being nice to people was a fundamental principle that Moth lived by.


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