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They laid back among the sunflowers, mismatched eyes closed as they whistled a tune into the air, before transitioning into a low hum. It was a twoleg song they'd once heard, and the warrior had picked it up quite quickly. Pastel yellow roses outlined in deep marigold were drawn with pristine precision over their pure white fur, a mid tone gold scrawled across their right cheek in delicate, intricate swirls. Personally, Sorrowfularia thought the color accentuated their eyes, and made them all the more beautiful, especially among the multicolor sunflowers. Admittedly, they'd have wanted pink for the roses, and black or green for the lining, but alas, they weren't allowed more colors, and it seems Bloodyrondo had gotten himself into a situation, again, with Littlestar, so they didn't have any hope of skirting the rules at all, now did they?
Eh, it was fine, they mused, still humming, their deep voice thrumming through their body and down into the very earth itself, so it seemed. Peace and quiet.
A shadowy figured stood above Sorrowfularia, blocking out the sun's warm rays, thus ruining the snowy white tom's momentary reprieve.
"You really shouldn't sprawl out on the sunflowers like that, you might break some."
Bloodyrondo's voice was as terse as always. He was perpetually in a bad mood given his current estrangement with the High Priestess. It didn't help that he was envious of his brother's beautiful application of body paint. The ginger tom always struggled with the shade yellow, typically opting for gold but, given that currently he was just a Warrior, he didn't really have any other options. Surely Sorrowfularira's success had to do with that flawless snowy canvas they had; Bloodyrondo had always wanted similar coloration that very reason. Of course, it was certainly a grass-is-always-greener-on-the-other-side sort of situation.
"You missed your sunhigh patrol, you know. Hope your nap was worth whatever punishment our wonderful Priest Promised will assign you," He said sarcastically as he sat down next to the white tom, careful not to touch a single sunflower.
Post by Honeystorm on Apr 19, 2020 11:46:47 GMT -5
"The Sun God didn't seem to mind when I chatted with him earlier. If he's fine with my place among the sunflowers, I doubt you need to be getting your tail in a bind." They waved a paw lazily in response, peeking open only their green eye to peer at their fallen brother for a long moment, the corner of their mouth twitching up in an amused smirk. "As for the patrol, I didn't know I needed a babysitter. Were you always such a control freak?" They said it so casually too, but maybe that wasn't too surprising. Sorrowfularia had always been extraordinarily laid back, at least so far as their siblings could tell. Never seemed to get in trouble, or at least, they never got caught.
"I seriously doubt that the Sun God would even speak to you much less believe that if he did you would ask him permission to lay in the sunflowers," Bloodyrondo rolled his eyes then changed subject to his white-furred sibling's second comment, "How would you feel if you were made an apprentice right now and had to be subservient to cats that you used to tell what to do?" The example wasn't perfect, but Bloodyrondo was sure that Sorrowfularia go his point, "Not only do you have to give up that control, but now you have to listen to the biggest baby of them all, Moonlitnocturne, on a daily basis. I don't understand why Littlestar picked him of all cats to act as Priest Promised. He's so bad at it... Lost track of you in no time at all."
The ginger tom paused now and fiddled with a sunflower that Sorrowfularia had broken before adding, "And for the record you really do need a babysitter, there's a reason I always put you on patrols with Singedwolf or Duskslayer."
