“I don’t need your pity.”

That was the first thing Sunspirit said to you when you attempted to comfort her distress.

Reasonably, she’s distraught, after the sudden passing of her two young kits, Springkit and Cottonkit. She’d seen the familiar pelts of pale ginger & snowy white, lying in a pool of their remains, she spiraled from there. It had started with her distancing herself from the clan, then refusing to eat fresh-kill, at least, with her clanmates, or even at all, she’s been too evasive for any cat to know if she’s even eating properly. Now, she will hardly even leave her nest, that which she had moved to a corner in the camp. She’d snapped a ’none of your business’ when you’d inquire on her contrasting behavior.

Now, her mismatched amber and sapphire eyes narrow at you almost distastefully, like you’ve done something to spite her, which, you likely haven’t, but she’s taking it out on just about every cat. And, really, you can’t blame her, at least not fully.

“Would you leave me alone already?”