GENERALS GATHERED IN THEIR MASSES / raid prep

[trojan g.]

[align=center][div style="bgcolor= black; width: 500px; font-family: georgia;font-size:12px;text-align:justify"]Moth did not like violence. If she could make it true, she would wish that there was no violence in the world at all, but she knew that was a dream that would never come to light. Even if the raid that the groups were participating in soon were to completely wipe out the Pitt - something she completely doubted, to be honest - she knew that there would be nothing in the way of another group forming up to have violence thrown upon them. There was likely going to be at least one person at a time, no matter what was going on and no matter where they were, that liked to have violence thrown at them and others.

She didn't know how to fight, and wasn't planning on doing so in the raid. Moth wasn't even sure at this point in time if she would even go all the way with those that were participating, but she did know it was important for her to be as close as she could be, even if it meant simply being invisible in the raid and watching, staying out of the way, in order to try and make sure those there that got hurt were healed.

Ears pinned to the back of her head as the feline came forward, grabbing onto a light pink bandana and tying it slightly around her neck in order for others to keep track of her, just in case. You never knew with her what bad luck would happen.