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Post by strawberrycupid on Feb 3, 2020 16:10:28 GMT -5
The cast had come together. Ivoryzenith figured it was about time for them to come together. But so far, very few of them had said a word. A boring play for the watchers, truly. But he came to appreciate it as he got to look around Springclan's territory. Today, he got to enjoy walking along a path next to a flurry of pink trees. How fascinating. He wondered who painted them. And how far they reached. It was an idyllic setting but something told him it would be broken anytime.
Ivoryzenith always could sense when chaos was on its way, and that it was, in the form of a familiar feline rolling down the hill like a train steam rolling everything in its path.
“Oh, hi there, your highness!” The tom called out before slamming into the white tom and sending him rolling with him. A manic laugh sounded out. “What a pleasure to see you heading the same way!”
Post by strawberrycupid on Feb 11, 2020 19:38:20 GMT -5
It was a sixth sense. One he never realized he had. Of course, the white tom could only be surprised as madness itself catapulted into him. He instinctively pulled his head in, not letting it snap as the pair rolled for a few feet. "I'm sure you expect the same. Though I'm now more feeling the rocks in my back rather than seeing you." Besides, who was the deputy to be calling him highness? Still, Ivory was the king. And that meant pulling himself away as he brushed the dust off his pelt. "We were going the same way till you pushed us off path. What brings you this way?"
