summer wine — private, jailbird

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    It seemed fate just adored to taunt Mary's hair-trigger temperament. The titaness of a molly decided that while considering she was far beyond most felines her age battle-wise, she craved for far more. Upon hearing wind about a tyro program, she signed herself up only to be stuck with a femme she didn't quite favor: Jailbird. The alabaster beauty was no idiot, far from it in fact, so she wasn't dull to the lingering gazes between the she-cat and her father. Out of all the cats that roamed Bloodclan, they had to pair her with that one. The monstrous predatory molly snorted angrily, mismatched eyes locking onto the blue feline. "Jailbird," Mary would growl lowly, venomously sweet vocals hissing past ebony lined lips smoothly, "I suppose you're my.. mentor. I wish to start immediately." Cold and sneering gaze stared below onto the deputy, serpent-like eyes narrowing challengingly.


    / VALESKA- sorry this is so shitty rip </3 don't mind mary she's salty rn

    J A I L B I R D

    Mother knows best

    Deputy▴Female▴Bisexual▴28 moons▴Location: Front of Blood House▴Interacting with Mary

    Jailbird looked up. The sight of the sun glaring had awoken the molly from a small snooze. Jailbird closed her eyes trying to go back to sleep and soak up a few more ray of the bleary sun. But that proved to no avail as she she couldn't find a nice position to lay in as she shifted around uncomfortably on top of a roof of a rusted down car. The faded red paint was peeling off with weather, rust crept up on it. Eventually the rosette femme gave up as she rolled over onto her belly looking around with disinterest with electric blue eyes. Her bobbed tail flicked around, hanging from the side of the car like a lazy snake. Her cranium rested upon her front limbs, her legs sprawled out to the side in a sleepy manner. Her eyes seemed to slowly droop close as the warmth of the sun caused her to go into a sleep coma, to her hope, never awake from. And it almost seemed that way for a good ten minutes or so. The sun dipped towards the horizon preparing to sleep for the night. Hues of purple and orange like a painting from a lazy artist littered the sky. 'Jailbird.' The huge titan looked down below her with bleary gaze, everything a blur. Someone called her? She blinked a few times driving away the sleep before she looked back down. Oh Mary. Jailbird put on a small lazy smile as she rested her head on her paw looking down. "Jailbird at your service. And what do I owe the pleasure dear?" She had failed to catch the ever so cruel tone the Sheo spawn had used when she addressed the Deputy. Maybe that would have given her a better idea of what was going on. Or maybe not, maybe she was lucky to have missed it. Would've set her off probably. Mary continued and Jailbird frowned. She didn't fail to notice the look the mismatched eyes molly sent making Jailbird huff. So that's how she was gonna be. Slowly sitting up she let out a long yawn, maw opening to show pearlescent white canines before shaking out her long blue fur. Turning to Mary she nodded, "Alrighty then missy, lets get a move on." Hopping off the red car and landing onto the warm concrete, she swiftly began to the junkyard where she'd spar with the alabaster femme. She didn't give time for Mary to react. If she wanted it now she'd get it now.