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Post by strawberrycupid on Jun 22, 2019 23:31:14 GMT -5
(sorry, not sorry cleaver is an enabler)
Amidst of wash of petals, Funk walked along the branches of the Cherry Trees. Leaving behind a wake of scattered flowers, he continued, completely uninterrupted despite being an obvious intruder to the clan. Not horribly surprised he hadn't been caught yet, he stopped in front of a beehive. Most of the workers seemed to be gone, but a few still hovered around the hive. Breaking a twig off a branch, he began to poke the hive.
"I would seriously think twice about doing that" came a rather, friendly voice. a little higher above him, laying on a branch was a very pale golden tom that watched him with sleepy green eyes. Legolas enjoyed strolling through trees more than most but, didn't seem too surprised to see Funkbeat here, or really care for that matter. "Are you trying to get honey or the hive?" he asked, standing up to stretch along the branch with a massive yawn.
Post by strawberrycupid on Jun 23, 2019 16:22:07 GMT -5
Funkbeat jumped the smallest bit at the new voice. He couldn't really see whoever else was there, but it didn't sound like they were going to move. The branch shook the hive a little and Funk slowly adjusted it as he waited for the hive to stop swaying. As much as he loved dancing with death, even he didn't want to agitate their black and yellow neighbors.
"Tle huknee." Slurred around the branch, Funk slowly moved the branch, taking in feedback as it bumped into the sides of the inside of the hive.
