waste a moment with me

[attr="class","itsover"]It had started just as a rumor. She wasn't sure who started it, but it didn't take long for her to overhear it. Late at night, or so the rumor went, on the skirts of the camp, a ghostly figure could be seen, staring into the marsh. The figure would maintain a distance between themself and those who approached it; no matter how the speed or duration of an approach, the figure always seemed to be out of reach. No one had been able to talk to the figure, let alone reach them. Shouting didn't work; the figure wouldn't flinch from snarled comments. Of course, the ones who had said that they had seen the figure had always been alone. They had, of course, been short-sighted in this approach. Clearly two had to approach this figure, for...whatever reason.[break][break]

She had to, of course, choose her ghost hunting partner carefully. If they were too serious about the whole thing, she might get too scared and back out of it. But if they didn't take it seriously enough... well, that was a whole other story.[break][break]

Finally, her gaze rested on one figure and a purr rumbled in her chest. Perfect. She padded up and said, rather haughtily, "You should come ghost hunting with me." Her whiskers twitched as she continued, "There's supposed to be this weird figure right outside of the camp! And-!"[break][break]

She coughed, tamping down her excitement and feigning nonchalance. "I mean, yeah. It'd be fun or whatever, I guess." Bearpaw let her gaze wander around the camp, forcing herself to stay calm and relaxed. Her tailtip flicked from side to side, however.[break][break]

"If you can't make it, I'll find someone else to hunt with me." Her gaze flickered to them before finding something very interesting off in the distance. There was no need to push, after all, this was all an art, but still, the giddy feeling of going out ghost hunting was just too good to let down.

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