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Glowstar made her way over to Sunflowerpetal, her auburn fur was like fire, flecks of sunlight floating off of the tips of her hairs in an angelic illusion of light. Even as she spoke it sounded celestial and soft as gossamer, "Sunflowerpetal, I have a request," The leader purred stopping in front of her, "We have a new warrior who is..."
Her emerald gaze flicked to Fuzzyheart whose name didn't match the cat. He was massive, a dark brown bengal tom with a muscular build, one of his eyes were gone left only with a scar. In the background he was clawing a part a bed of heather that kits typically used to play in.
"Having difficulties fitting in," Glowstar said managing to meet Sunflowerpetal's gaze once more, "What I'm trying to say is that I would like you to show him the warrior life. He grew up in Primal Instinct, SpringClan, Absum Lux. I'm sure it's been hard being forced out of his home so many times due to corrupt leaders. I'd really like him to understand that this is his home now and really stress the whole, warriors don't need to kill thing. Are you up for the task?"
Post by Sunflower Pal on Oct 5, 2019 12:57:43 GMT -5
Sunflowerpetal was grooming herself near the warrior's den, her bright rusty fur shining as it had just been freshly cleaned. She was short haired and sleek, with long legs and a long tail. A runner's build if you'd ever seen one. She draws one paw lazily over her ear, stifling a yawn as she notices her leader coming towards her. Automatically she sits up straight, drawing her tail around her paws. "Hello Glowstar." The abyssinian mix dips her head in respect to the other cat.
The feminine follows Glowstar's gaze, light brown eyes watching Fuzzyheart as he picked away at the heather. Her tail tip flicks in slight disdain, though none of her other body language shows any sort of resistance towards the request. Sunflowerpetal had also finished her duties for the day, so she had nothing else to do. "Of course, I'll show him to the best of my ability." She smiles, bringing herself to her paws. This would be no easy task, and she was well aware of it.
"Friggin' ericas growing everywhere," Fuzzyheart sniffed, he was allergic to heather and well... Probably every bit of plant life. Back in Primal Instinct it was pretty barren dark lands. Only strong plants could survive such as ivy and poisonous plants. There was never any powerful scents of flowers coming from all different directions. Nor was there a giant flower field just hanging about. Back in Primal Instinct when heather did grow the cats typically called them ericas, same plant, different name.
He lifted his broad head to look at the cat approaching him, "Hey, do you guys seriously not get driven crazy by the amount of pollen around here?" Fuzzyheart asking rubbing his nose, "I mean I only got one eye left and I swear I'm gonna claw the other eye out based on how much it stings. And I thought the league had lethal conditions"
Post by Sunflower Pal on Oct 5, 2019 23:20:22 GMT -5
Sunflowerpetal stifles a laugh at the comment, not expecting that to be the first thing to come out of the giant Tom-cat’s mouth. He definitely was a bit frightening looking, but she could get past that. So long as his, eh, “let’s try to get him to know he doesn’t need to kill anyone” tendencies weren’t aimed in her direction. “Some of us get a little sniffly during the growth seasons, but most of us are used to it. I’ve been around the flowers since I was a kit.” Sunflower explained, offering a smile.
“I’m Sunflowerpetal. Sunflower preferably. Sunflowerpetal is a nightmare to say.” The rust colored feminine dips her head in greeting, smiling slightly. She hoped that Fuzzyheart would be okay with her trying to, in a way, train him. The thought made her heart race. She’d never had an apprentice before, let alone trying to integrate a full grown cat into the life of a warrior.
"I'll say, I used to have a one syllable name, back when my life was simple," Fuzzyheart said with a scoff. He took a glance over his work of destruction and internally was warmed to see that there were a sparse amount of flowers left, "Yeah well, I only had vines and poison ivy growing up so all these flowers aren't exactly a walk in the park," He grinned at her before walking past to head out of camp, "You into hunting? I feel like every time I leave this freakish heavenly camp I just find DayClan warriors playing outside instead of doing actual work. But somehow things get done so I guess it's whatever."
