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[Daturapaw]

Datura wouldn't describe herself as being overly perceptive, she aims to be sharper as the kitten fluff fades from her cheeks. Being perceptive may mean that she can help out more, she'd like to serve some kind of greater purpose. To get her paws dirty so to say and help wherever she can, so she takes this self appointed role with a deadly serious attitude. There is a dour expression, one shrowded in conflict as her gaze falls upon Moth. They find the tom scary, due to that he is able to stick out clearly to her, though his patched pelt makes him an easy identifier amongst the metaphorical sea of cats that call this colony home.

She studied the cats she found intimidating, so she can maybe absorb said traits but also so she can learn how to avoid them better. Today though, it didn't seem like that was happening at all. Stray leaves had clung to his pelt, stuck at the base of his tail. She isn't really sure how that happened, maybe sap from the trees? Or maybe some mud that was particularly tacky, she can't say she takes much notice to if the tom takes careful care of grooming any stray debris from his pelt. For all she knows these leaves have been there for quite some time, there was a grand debate on if she should say anything at all about this.

"Um... Moth?"

Her voice warbles at first, throat straining as these are her first words of the day. It was not often that the young cat found herself to be particularly social.

"You um... There's... Um"

blue eyes shift nervously towards the older cats gathered, maybe one of them would handle the conversation better? She knows that the tom has a rather sharp attitude to him, easy to snap at others. She really really didn't want to be on the recieving end of that attitude but what if someone... less polite? Had brought it up?

"You have... Um... There's leaves, they're stuck to you"

she finally spits out, ears warming as she finds embarrassment for the scene she caused despite trying to avoid it. ​

{tagging @Moth but no need to wait to observe this girl failure}​

 

[Mothbite]

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Moth had a terrible day. He was awoken before sunrise by a loud conversation outside of the den, and when he went out to confront the noise-makers, he was the one who got scolded for 'throwing a fit'. When he had gone on a walk to clear his head, the bitter cold morning dew stuck to his paws, and he couldn't manage to find any way of drying them off. He decided he could make the most of the morning, at least, by getting in some early hunting. He ended up chasing a fat squirrel into the tall pine trees, only to plummet through the branches when the one he was standing on snapped, covering him in sapand leaves. At the very least, he had managed to clean himself off before anyone saw the mess he'd made.

"Um... Moth?"

Moth felt the heat rising to the tips of his ears. He quickly craned his neck back to check - sure enough, some debris has become matted at the base of his tail, and he'd failed to notice. Now, he was out in the open, and all of the cats around him could clearly see the evidence of his failure.
"Fox-dung!" cursed, and began frantically trying to clean, or at least, cover up the mat.

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