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Post by Honeystorm on Nov 24, 2018 14:18:39 GMT -5
A sharp smile crossed Darkcomplex expression as he wandered the territory, heading for the Burial Grounds area. The former Initiate thought he'd observe them from afar today, maybe go out with Glowstar if she was around. If not, he could simply chat with his clanmates. It was hard to fathom the idea that his mate was also the clan's prisoner, and though he had conflicting feelings, so long as Foxstar didn't harm her or his kits, which he doubted she'd do directly unless her paw was forced, he was okay with this all. After all, Strikhendoniadalisay knew what she'd gotten into with being friends with the Priestess, let alone in the same clan as the feline. She'd be just fine, like always. A little time as a prisoner wouldn't break her that easily.
"It must be hard seeing your mate imprisioned..." came a soft, but polite voice from among the sun flowers. Littlebird often found herself wondering through the stalks of the tall flowers when she wanted to be alone. Most cats avoided the area, but she reveled in it. She could see the camp of prisoners not to far away, hear the young among them playing.
"Then again, I suppose you understood what you were in for when Foxstar asked you to be mates with Strikhendoniadalisay" The young priestess promised stopped to smell one of sunflowers that had been knocked over in the storm. Everyoe knew that Strik was about as far from normal as you could get.
