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"Life doesn't slow down; why should we?" Benedict mused. He did slow down to match Martin's pace though, becaause he was a nice guy like that.
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"And?" Ben pressed, stopping and looking back. He missed being young and full of energy and he didn't especially like being old. Stiff joints in the morning...not as bad as Martin's limp, but...
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"Mhmm. I suppose," he grudgingly agreed. He offered Martin a wry smile as he walked along with the other man, his pale eyes scanning the scenery around them. The leaves were changing colors, just the delicate lining of yellow creeping into the vivid green of the leaves. Well, autumn would be soon upon them.
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Benedict smiled, for real, now. "We're old," he explained. He walked along, his eyes tracking the progress of a fish hawk over the pond. They would be there soon.
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[fancypost bgcolor=#0f0f0f; borderwidth=0px; width: 470px; max-height:; text-align: justify][size=11pt]Flower power was certainly fun to have.
Benedict hummed as he grew some clover down on the meadow that the grove surrounded. Clover flowers...Oh bloody hell, might as well as add some other flowers to it as well. A blackberry bush and a strawberry patch sprung up as he concentrated on making those. Would they make sweet honey? Well, that was left for him to find out.
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"Blackberry and strawberry plants do produce flowers," Benedict corrected, raising a brow at the warrior. "At least, I was under the impression that they did." Oh, this was Creeksong. The crippled one. The one who got himself stuck in a log.
There were a few pawprints in the mud that annoyed him. Probably a few apprentices tramping about in these neck of the woods. He would have to fix that part of the grove and make sure everything was nice and neat for hive.
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"They do," Ben clarified, jerking his chin at the hive. It was busy, with the honeybees taking off and coming back again to deposit their load of nectar into the comb. The jaguar frowned slightly as he saw that a branch had fallen into the meadow so he loped over to pick it up in his jaws and move it off onto a pile of wood near the edges of the grove.
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"Paro," Ben stated. It was nice to see the wolf pup again and he couldn't help but squeeze out a small smile for her. "If you could stop laughing for a bit, perhaps you could tell me the reason why you're laughing?"
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[fancypost bgcolor=#0f0f0f; borderwidth=0px; width: 470px; max-height:; text-align: justify][size=11pt]Ben's favorite hangout spot would happen to be his apiary in the grove that he had found. There was still only one hive, but Ben was thinking of coaxing the next generation of queens to take on hives nearby as well. It would be heaven. Ha, get the pun?
"What's the matter, Paro?" the black jaguar asked, raising a brow in question.
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"I have," he answered back. They weren't exactly the friendliest group, considering it was canines only. And...the fact that they didn't especially welcome felines like him. He wondered what Paro wanted of them.
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"I suppose we could if they agree to treat us both well," Benedict answered. He didn't enjoy being treated like crap, as some of the canines did to the cats. If they gave him one bad word, he would tolerate it. Another one, he would take Paro out of there.
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"And what's the matter with flowers?" the jaguar asked, his brows knitting slightly in confusion. Yes, what was it with flowers that made it funny? Benedict obviously didn't enjoy being the butt of a joke, especially one that he didn't understand.
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"Just make sure they know how to hold their tongue," Benedict remarked. The black jaguar nodded at Paro, raising a brow as if he was waiting for her to take the lead to the camp of the Nox.
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He frowned, even deeper this time. Flowers were for girls? He had seen plenty of males with flowers in his time. What was wrong with that? Opening his mouth to say something about that, Creeksong's words cut in and his head turned towards the RiverClan warrior. "Tend his garden," he corrected sharply.
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Ben looked down the hole.
"Hello, there, Risencorpse. I never expected to see you captured by ThunderClanners," the jaguar remarked with an amused twitch of his dark ears. The ex-leader didn't offer a smile or anything, though his tone was...friendly.
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Knowing just how stubborn Paro was, Ben was not even going to correct her. He just kinda pursed his lips into a line and sternly watched the wolf pup.
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Ben twitched his ears and merely followed after the wolf pup.
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[fancypost bgcolor=#0f0f0f; borderwidth=0px; width: 470px; max-height:; text-align: justify][size=11pt]The black jaguar didn't especially like the look of this. He had heard of the incidents between the canines in the group and friction with the feline Clans and it didn't sound good from what he had heard of it. The black winged/horned jaguar glanced over at Paro before nodding at her to speak for him, because, as he really couldn't deny the adorable wolf puppy anything, he predicted that they might not either.
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"Generally, war and revenge are the dirtiest business," Benedict remarked. He seated himself at the edge of the pit casually, his cool blue eyes on the cougar below. Yes, that was definitely more comfortable. He flicked his tail slightly as he continued, "I am trying to entertain myself."
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"Quite well. I'm keeping bees," Benedict stated, a bit proudly. Yes, his hive was doing pretty well. Soon, winter would come and they would all go hibernate, but until then, they were just off doing bee things like buzzing and landing on flowers. "I have been in WindClan for a bit."
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