Juni

Snowstar - She/her - 128m - Large white molly with sharp features.

"S'all good!"

Truth be told, their actions were not out of selflessness, but for Mist. Her brother's tail infection still did not heal. He's still feverish, despite pushing through for his training. Maybe she can learn more about medicine and heal him herself, if Oddie and Minha aren't going to do it. What's holding them back? They have herbs. They have skills. They're supposed to be Healers and they don't heal others? It was all nonsense to her.

Sadly, Oddie didn't explain anything about tail infections specifically, and while she was glad she could help our around camp, she doesn't think she accomplished anything, today.

Mangospeckle reminding Mist to grab some food made her realize that she should also get something, and got a tin can, cracking it open with her claws and a nearby piece of scrap metal.

She padded closer to her brother and sister. "Wanna share?"

"Of course," Ghost said, Mist nodding, lost in his mind.

The fish was salty and oily, a few bones still stuck in its cooked flesh, but it was better than an empty stomach. Perhaps they will be able to go steal food from twolegs by the Harbor, when they are allowed to leave the Bar surroundings as adults.

"You know, Smoke," Ghost started. "I still think about what you told me, about the other day. About the other groups of cats in the city."

"Yeah?"

"I found myself purring at it again, today."

Which means it's the funniest thing her sister has ever heard in her life. That's quite a compliment. Ghost doesn't often get her jokes.

"Aw, thank you! Hope it helped to make today a little better. Especially after... Uh..."

She couldn't say "what you told me you saw yesterday". She forgot if Mist knew about Ghost's visions. Who knows in this clowder? Did she mess up her cover? Was Ghost hiding some secret that would revolutionize the lives of every cat in the city?

Smoke flicked her ear and Ghost nodded. "Yes, Mist knows."

"Phew. Good."

"I have for a while." Mist confirmed in a very tired voice. "You still won't tell me what you see for me."

"I can't predict the future. I just told you that I don't see anything negative around you. Nothing more than what is in this place."

"Can you see or hear the Bartender?" Smoke chirped. "I wonder what she looks like."

"I can't. Not right now."

"You have?"

"I have seen things but I don't know if it is my mind or if it is otherworldly forces trying to show me or tell me something."

"What did you see?"

Ghost looked around. "Well… I can trust you guys."

They all gathered closer and listened carefully to her stories, trying to understand, decipher, or explain what they all were, meant, or where they came from.

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