CURRENT MOOD; ALIVE // open, letter from hawkclan
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Losteyes admired plants, succulents in particular. The flowers had been nothing, only pots filled with soil until he pressed a paw print into the watery dirt, a flower sprouting where his paw had once been. What he put most of his pride into was his ability to speak through the flowers themselves, sending a message to each of their allied clans through the leafy gifts at their territories. It was the hope that they would be enjoyed in peace, but a note in return? Not exactly expected, but appreciated nonetheless.
Myla touched down near the edge of the village where Losteyes was lounging, laid on his side on the warm porch by his cabin. The loud screech was one that he had grown to recognize, so he was prompted to roll over and push himself to his feet as feathered wings flapped away. Shaking the sleep spells from his head, the pale furred cat lifted himself up completely, turning to pad toward the wayward slip of paper that had been left for them to discover.
The letter laid under the warm late afternoon sun, mossy eyes turned to peer at the crumpled wind-ridden page. He didn't bother picking it up, having grown far too cynical toward himself and the reality of his abilities to attempt at reading anymore, but Littlestar had handwriting big enough that he could lean in and make out the gist of it, he hoped. It was a thanks for the flowers which the Sanctuary had left, and... a proposition? Frisk would probably like to plan some more activities between the two places. He agreed on strengthening bonds, and Littlestar was admirable in her dedication.
"HawkClan left a note!" he called out, despite the bird screech which he followed.
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"gifts?" the child echoes, miffed, as they stroll up inbetween the duo. they hadnt sent out gifts this week yet, so that means someone took it upon themselves to do it. they suspect the culprit immediately, head angling briefly toward losteyes, but dont voice their thoughts aloud. instead, they stare down at the paper. a thank you note from hawkclan. they like littlestar as a person; she had let their cousin, mercy, stay in hawkclan during the shadowclan fiasco, and she appears willing to forget frisks own roots regarding that clan. it makes them happy that nobody has pried at it yet. "ah, is that all it says?" the lithe beast inquires, turning pointedly toward jells, as she had read the letter with ease.
NOT YOUR BABY — the sanctuary — tags -
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Price had no idea what a Hawkclan was, but it was clear by the comically over dramatic scowl present on his face that he was not happy with the casual swearing that was present in the letter. Were all animals like this? Clenching his teeth in discomfort, he'd sit down and let his dull brown gaze flicker to Frisk. While a hangout sounded interesting (and learning about the other clans was a necessity) his horrible stubborn nature made it impossible for him to be happy with the idea of meeting a clan that had such a potty-mouthed leader. "What kinda hangouts do you guys usually do....?" he'd ask after a while, trying to get his mind off the letter for the time being.
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･ﾟ ✦ ☾ ° NOT YOUR BABY - hangout? fun? ideas? "ah, d'you mean they want to plan out an event?" the youth inquires for clarification casually, ears twitching at the thought before aureate orbs flick towards kevin as he speaks next. he appears uneasy.. something in the note irk him, perhaps? mm. "bonfires, sleepovers.. parties in general." they admit after a short pause whilst their thoughts come together. "if they want to plan an event together, my guess is they want us to visit.." spoken in an afterthought, one that brings a smile to lift their lips. hawkclan is a group that has grown on them, and the thought of visiting brings some sort of joy to settle in their heart, "ah, any of you want to come with me to hawkclan?" they inquire next, glancing around studiously at the trio.
/slightly rushed
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Losteyes observed quietly as more of a crowd centered around the note near camp, appreciating Jello's capabilities to read its contents with ease. He felt Frisk's yellow gaze upon him at the mention of gifts and he turned to meet their questioning gaze, providing only a shrug of nonchalant confirmation. He'd been feeling particularly distant at the time, and while he had been to their allies randomly throughout the past two weeks, perhaps the presence of the planters adorning their borders were somewhat of a reminder that the Sanctuary still intended to be a present force. They were just flowers, hand selected based on meaning and correspondence to the clan where they were left, yet HawkClan seemed appreciative. There was at least one pot of flowers that he was particularly proud of, though.
"Probably just a get-together, I would imagine." he piped, blinking back toward the note. A bonfire or party, like they had said. HawkClan was their clostest ally, more interaction really couldn't hurt. Turning toward the kitten once more, he flicked an ear, nodding in acknowledgement to their words. "I'd be willing to go." he offered. He was getting considerably more comfortable with interaction; he felt he should exercise such more often.
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♥ ― The girl would nod and stand. "I would be willing to go. I have never been to Hawkclan." She admits with an excited look.