Post by sully on Dec 17, 2017 1:00:32 GMT -5
T I T
sex: female
gender: female
pronouns: she, her
age: seven moons
scent: leaf mold, oak; jericho
gait: hurried
grimace: warm, curious, kind
afflictions: -
ooc: -
tit's eyes fell on the huge, magnificent creature she had recalled meeting a few moons ago as the spotted queen snaked gracefully, yet terrifyingly, to the ground. she towered even further above tit now, despite the few inches the calico had grown. while she herself had a full ploom of pearly white whiskers, and her fur had grown denser and sleeker, her face more mature and her body less stocky and dense, kamala seemed to have aged twice as much. she was beautiful, tit thought.
her purr sounded like happiness, but the change in her tone when she laid eyes on jericho made her bristle ever so slightly. however, worried little, she soon fell off edge and sat herself down beside jericho.
she giggled as he shakily, at first, introduced himself, then grew bolder and puffed out his chest.
the calico nodded, her whiskers fluttering. yes, this was where she had aimed to take him.
before kamala could speak, tit herself spoke to cover up any mistakes made by jericho.
she wrapped her tail around the larger, charcoal tom's foreleg, hardly a possessive gesture for her- more of a reassuring one- but could be mistaken as one.
"he's new around here, he came the other night and he's been staying with me since." she looked up at the tom with warm eyes, then back to kamala. "he was curious of the forest, i was wondering if you might show us your den, and perhaps we can talk or feed?"
her tone grew unsure, and she lowered her head ever so slightly. she feared that kamala would send them away and she and jericho would be left in sour disappointment to trek back home.
her toes twitched.
