It was nearly April, and the days were filled with more and more sunlit hours. Osric was grateful for the daylight; in the winter, it often felt like the sun was setting as soon as it had risen.
The morning air was crisp, and the garden lit golden with dawn. Flower buds were popping up faster than Osric could count them. The feline had had visions of naming every flower that bloomed this spring, but there were so many petals beginning to show that he'd had to accept he would never remember every single name and which flower it belonged to. Oh, well. It was a sacrifice he was willing to make for a sea of colorful blooms.
Hopping up onto the fountain edge, the leader took a deep breath and called with all the volume his lungs could manage, 'Rogues! Gather for a meeting!'


