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Post by strawberrycupid on Jul 27, 2020 17:53:27 GMT -5
Rosalia-chan darted around a small statue seated in a field. At her feet were various paints, whether crushed from berries or drained from flowers. They were scattered and flicked onto the statue. It was a radiant and eclectic arrangement of colors and patterns. She didn't realize she was sitting in a graveyard, painting one of the graves topped with an angel statue. To her, it just looked like a place that needed some "Rosalia charm"
Eve was feeling rather tired as she padded through the graveyard. A lot of her children along with her mate Alto had fallen in the league. Unable to handle the struggle of the league. But the aging she cat was too stubborn to call it quits. Fortunately, most league cats paid no mind to the graveyard, a place reserved for the dead. Though her ears pricked as she detected movement. Curious Eve padded towards the source of the sound, she blinked surprised when she saw Rosalia-chan. "Hello, little one, what are you doing?" Eve asked padding over to the youngling.
Post by strawberrycupid on Jul 31, 2020 12:21:17 GMT -5
Rosalia-chan wouldn't have even noticed Eve, but as the white she-kit stepped back to admire her work, she showed up. "Ah, hello. This place is kinda drab, no? So Rosalia was giving it a Rosalia touch. What do you think?" Rosalia spun to point back at her work. For what it was, it was almost pleasing to the eye. The colors going together but also clashing mixed in patterns that made no sense and bled outside the lines. Some of the paint even dripped off onto the grass cause it was so heavily painted on. But the youngling looked so proud standing next to it.
