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Moonmade was a good kid. He could always seem to make her laugh, even when she was feeling like shit. His loud voice and hilarious jokes brightened any mood. His spirit seemed to fill up the room and just make everything lighter, easier. Though she had only interacted with my on a personal level a handful of times, she liked him a great deal. She trusted him - as more than just a healer.

It was Bastille's call that caused her to purse her lips. Yeah, where the fuck was Moon? She had watched him leave the day prior to hunt herbs, and she figured he had returned. Her fictional brows furrowed with the realization that that hadn't been the case. She would've seen the lion around by now if it had been.

Though she wasn't on speaking terms with Bast by any means, she would make an exception for Moonmade. "My guess is in the Typhoon," she replied, voice sharp and angry though for once, the emotions weren't directed at Bastilleprisoner. "We gonna do something about it?" she asked, flicking her tail and not expecting much of anything. Starrynight wanted them to remain pacifists, and Bast wanted to uphold that, didn't he? Hm. She wouldn't be caught dead not retaliating. 

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