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Post by strawberrycupid on Nov 3, 2019 20:13:07 GMT -5
Honeystorm only It felt like he was just here yesterday, pinned down and threatened by crazy apprentices. But he knew that was moons ago. He stopped thinking about everything that had happened since then, but even he was getting tired of that tape. If that was yesterday, then the Halloween party was an hour ago where he met Foxstar. She was indescribable in a way that reminded him of Glowstar. But Glow was like a small ball of light that fell to your hands that made no sense, warm and inviting and curious. Like finding fireflies mating in the fall. Foxstar was a raging inferno, the kind you rubberneck to see and can't help but wonder how it all set ablaze. Intense, dangerous and sweet. He somewhat understood this new crazier Foxstar that had appeared along his back one night. They were both a brand of insane that wasn't understood by most. Though he was cool and threatening and she appeared to just charge ahead and get what she wanted done. Funk E'tan respected that, enough to show up at the border of Sunclan, a single crimson camellia hanging from his jaws.
He knew there was little chance of this becoming anything more than what it was. What it always was. But he was asked to show up, and even the chaotic Funk E'tan knew better than to get on the High Priestess' bad side. Shuffling his paws in the dew lidded grass, it must have been shortly after the first patrol. That oppressive smell of Sunclan hung in the air. For once, he respected the border, instead letting his mind wander as he sat down by a tree. Getting involved with the fox colored cat was not a good idea, it may have never been from the tales he heard. But that was what he was most excited and intrigued about; the pain and the regret. It was strangely familiar but he had to see this kind with his own two eyes.
