09-29-2020, 03:17 PM
[align=center][div style="max-width: 450px; font-family: timesnewroman; font-size: 10pt; text-align: justify;"]She didn't like going to the Pitt. Moth had never liked going to the Pitt. The last time she had been here it had not been by choice, and she had been pregnant with her children, the sole reason she was here now, to see her son. Clearing her throat, the feline would come to a stop at the border, choosing not to sit just in case something were to happen, before calling out her words. "I'd like to see my son, please." She would speak out, ears soon moving back for a moment before forward once more, a reminder that she needed to make sure to show no weakness to the enemy of her group. "His name is Atticus, I want to make sure he's okay." She hadn't seen him since she had died, after all.