DYING IS EASY; LIVING IS HARDER / JOINING

[LICORICE .]

[align=center][div style="width:420px; background: transparent; border: 0px;"][justify][tags] ✦ licoricetwist watches his movements. from what he's looking at, it seems like this guy has a few potential situations going on. a) he's not used to getting backfire from his comments. a bully. an old leader. a fighter. b) he doesn't lash out often. unlikely. those words slipped off his tongue with ease. c) he was just scared. a middle ground, perhaps. in the middle of no where, with no one, with the entire clan he'd known and loved gone.

he can't decide which it is, so he doesn't offer an apology. just a stiff nod of his head in final thanks, a thanks for allowing him not to fight with anyone any longer. kittens were coughing, earlier. licoricetwist really, really didn't have time for this.

corice wanted to psychologically analyze morse, he really did, but he already knew the beginning of why he was so short. cori didn't look his age. he acted like he was a hundred moons old, the poor kid, but he looked about seven. he was small and thin, his slick fur pushing down his build. his voice was high, a characteristic he couldn't change. when he was presenting as male and, in every way possible passing as such, his voice made him seem younger. he was more frantic than usual, stress clouding his mind and bringing him to think the unthinkable. cori was, simply, a mess, just like a new apprentice would be. how was morse to know he had been studying since he was three moons old? how was morse to know that he stood by belladonna's side every minute of every day to learn and get away from his family conflict? how was morse to know that licoricetwist was left alone with nothing to do but study until he could sleep again?

the oracle doesn't watch as morse eats. he knows that his ego has likely been kicked down a few notches, this likely feels like defeat, and if he wasn't starving to death, cori was sure he wouldn't have stopped. he took a deep breath, reorganizing his basket once more, pushing bad leaves into the middle. "can you walk on your own?" cori briefly looks to pippaw and grimpaw. they all knew each other, offering their support might be more comfortable than cori's.

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