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winterclan's leader and mistakenly caught floaty thing
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Post by simplylight on Apr 30, 2021 12:39:54 GMT -5
Chaicrisp let out a sigh, the flowers around her muzzle swaying as she laid staring absently at the morning sunrise. For so long, she had spent her days wondering about the future and if it involved a certain cat she had her sights on from the beginning. It was now dawning on her that she spent so long off in her own fairy tale that she didn't truly feel noticed or loved by anyone. Well, anyone except her dear sister. No one could ever love her more than Pumpkinspice, and she knew that. It would probably be nice to have friends and to feel a part of something again. Was it too late for her? She was still a young warrior, so she had time right? She definitely knew sulking wasn't getting her anywhere.
Wolfriddle notices the other cat, and he pads his way over to her. He sits at a decent distance away, not wanting to scare the other too much. “Hello!” He smiles, eyes gleaming. “You look lonely. Could you use some company?” He tilts his grey and white patchwork head with curiosity. “I know your name’s Chaicrisp, don’t think we’ve been properly introduced though. I’m Wolfriddle.” He bows his head in greeting, the goofy look on his face never quite leaving. He was a himbo sort of guy, dumb and kind and a little loud.
