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If the sun had fur it would look like Parisa's, stunningly golden with burnt brown bengal markings that shined auburn on clear days like these. Her crystalline blue eyes looked nothing like the murky cold eyes around camp, they looked pretty like roses, nice to admire, but far too nice to be naive enough to think there weren't deceiving qualities beneath her beauty. Currently Parisa was fixated on her claws, she did something to them to make them look extra shimmery and long. She was currently in the process of delicately placing tiny gems onto her claws, but the sap kept missing her claw and onto her long furred beachy wave tail. She let out a frustrated hiss moving her tail away only to get her claws more stuck into it, "Assistance?" She called out to anyone in camp who would hear her plea, this was an emergency after all.
Driscal padded up, an annoyed look on his face. "Maybe if you left your claws natural, you wouldnt have such troubles" he grumbled, pulling her tail away from her sparkly claws.
"Ow!" Parisa complained feeling the strands of hair along her tail plucked out from the sap refusing to let go of them, "Perhaps you'd like a little wager then? You see these claws are completely worth decorating, sure they take time, but the compliments you get, the way your kills will be so much easier, I know you'll fall in love with these claws. So, how about you let me give you a little manicure, if you don't like it I'll hunt for you for a week, but if you do like it you gotta apologize and let me do your claws for LIFE."
Maybe that didn't sound like a good deal for her either way around except for the fact that she loved doing claws, but only had her own claws to do. If she had someone else's she'd be able to learn more tricks and not have to mess up so often.
"Why would I let you do anything like that to my claws?" He mewed, surprised that she would even ask him that. "I dont see how making them sparkly will make them more of use. If you get into a fight, those little gems of yours will pop right off and all that time you spent putting those on would be wasted."
