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Tranquilstar had been walking through the tunnels, her mind clouded with all the responsibilities that came with being the chief. She was far too weak and submissive to be a leader, how could she hold up? Many questions ran through her mind as she shuffled through the colorless tunnels, using only her adept whiskers to guide her. A scent caught her nose, and she shifted around uncomfortably as she realized she wasn't alone. She closed in on the aroma before discovering it not to be an enemy, but a blind mole. Her lips watered as she exhaled and lowered her maw to pinpoint the mole, and she soon bumped into the furry creature. The rodent tried to escape, but Tranquilstar's nimble body was faster. She let out an exhale of satisfaction as she trapped it under her claws and ended its life. Thanking the ancestors for the catch, she painfully lugged the creature back to the central tunnel where all her clanmates resided.

The small alabaster female dropped the black rodent and waited for the members to gather around and share with her, but it seemed no one was interested at the moment. Giving out a sigh, she lowered her maw and began to devour the mole slowly, her appetite refusing to accept the food she was offering it. She wished there were more cats to share that mole with, but it seemed their numbers refused to rise.