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Hawkstar would never say that she trusted Fujimoto. He was fool-hardy, and a coward by the high stands she had set for her own clan, and therefore he came off more mouse than mighty warrior. He still carried his kittypet name, as if it were some badge of honor instead of a brand against the very clan that took him in.
But despite all that… she had still allowed this to happen.
Here she sits, at the very edge of the Twolegplace with the hairs on the back of her neck standing up. This was not the Twolegplace of her former daylight warriors. Flowercloud's old flame did not live here. Meadowlark and Coffeestar had not retired back to peaceful lodgings in this place. If she delved into each of the nests along the straight-path roads here, she would not find Maiseyleg's housefolk or Tawnybeam's pictures upon any mantle. This was a Twolegplace that she could not claim, even in vestiges and false pretenses. Here, she would have to abide by the rules offered to her.
And Hawkstar did not like that at all.
"I hope your friend is more conversational than they are punctual, else I would feel like I wasted quite a bit of my day for nothing." Hawkstar snipped towards her patched lead warrior, annoyed, anxious. There were only so many places Hawkstar could hide the body of Lacey within her mind. It was harder to forget her when - so close to a facsimile of her origin - she could feel Lacey's suffocating collar around her neck again.
@Fujimoto @Fizzystar