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POV — Estrelle
I paced around the sun-eaten grass of the Gods' domain, muttering incoherently to myself as I watched the fellow God, albeit the one of the moon, sit there calmly, their tail flicking gently across the silvery blue grass, just at the edge, their claws almost breaking the barrier between our two territories.
"Why can't you just listen?!" I paused my paces, turning my head to snarl at the plum-colored rosette tabby in front of me. "You yap and yap all day long, complaining about never having enough worshippers, but can't you understand that the mortals need rest? That they need to sleep when the moon is up? Do you not understand?" I sat down, my claws digging up dirt. It was too early to deal with what was now happening. The mortals were in shambles because of this battle, but as much as I wanted to scream at the cat in front of me, I knew I was being hypocritical.
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WC: 256