MY FAMILY ARE WONDERFUL FOLK ☆ MEETING 12/06

[METEOR]

Quasar trotted over, sniffing the air and shaking his fur free of fresh snow. After the emotional turmoil from the previous meeting and all that angst at moving away from StarClan—a religion Quasar never quite wrapped his outsider brain around—he sighed in relief that things fell back to normal. Rank discussions. Welcoming newcomers. Nice, normal things with nothing to do with starvation via unexpected blizzard, casting aside religion, or an upcoming raid.

The vaporwave mess took a seat near the front, his fluffy tails flicking through the air. Despite the chilly weather, his coat protected him well enough, and he didn’t need any of his three tails for warmth. So, instead, he waved them around and unintentionally blocked people from sitting next to him. Which suited him fine, even if he lacked awareness on his own behavior.

Quasar nodded as Rhine addressed him, shrugging. Previous warning or not, he managed. Still, the relief at not being publicly shamed for mistaking a lion cub for a rabbit… he wouldn’t let that show on his face, though. He hated his mistakes more than anything else. The reminder of his warning paled by comparison.

At the mention of Dovah and Medusa’s promotions, he glanced around, yellow ears twitching, for the two. Medusa earned it, of course. But his feelings on Dovah were complicated—he’d injured the other, and he hated how this mistake literally haunted him around the territory. He couldn’t forget. Couldn’t move on. Guilt gnawed at him. And shouldn’t it, right? Since he’d taken the other’s sight; guilt was nothing compared to losing one’s vision.

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