Rubbish collection

She huffed when he clearly didn’t take her attitude as an indication to skitter off. She knew then she was stuck with him. “So, are you new to the Armada or something?” She asked, uncertain of his presence here. He smelled enough like her dad and the Armada that she knew he wasn’t a stranger. But he wasn’t family, and she hadn’t seen him around either. Not difficult, considering she could only ‘see’ at night.

“...stuff, mostly. Coats, belongings. If you happen to see a bracelet with gems, and tied with a scrap of cloth, someone's looking for it.” she told him, neglecting to mention that someone was her. She found a couple more odds and ends, mostly things pushed against the trunks of trees. Here was another coat, there was some meat that was once salted, and now… brined? She wrinkled her nose at it, pushing it to the side with a paw. next she found a familiar trinket, a little ball with a bell inside. She was right! this was the direction her stuff had gone. She placed a paw on the ball and looked down at it. She wasn't sure if Lioness was going to pull through. Would her cat even be able to play with this ball again?


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