LILYTHORN ❁ windclan - warrior - female - 13 moons - tags
― not only had this stray had two random windclan cats leap at her, but she also had two apologize. she probably though clan cats were a bunch of buffoons, based on the two she had briefly met for the first time. they looks like buffoons and wimps. perhaps they should beat her up to prove that theory wrong? no, that wasn't nice. it was just a bad idea that lilythorn thought would be a slightly funny story to tell. she let a purr ease from her throat as she heard nightfur, the large tom, apologizing. on the outside he was so tough and stout but on the inside he was truly a teddybear.
lilythorn had forced herself more upright when she had been alone but knowing she now had nightfur here she knew she did not need to look threatening, for this cat would be more than dumb to attack her with this large hunk of tom infront of them both. so, she lay with her tail flicking lazily against the ground, a slight purr rumbling in the molly's throat. she definitely did not look threatening as she lay. "oh, nightfur - your desire to cushion your clanmates is exquisite," she complimented him, before her slate blue gaze flickered back over to wren. "this is an additional windclan comrade, may i display to you, nightfur." the molly hadn't asked, but she would be told.
that led lilythorn into her next statement: "this is merely what a clan is, as i am skeptical if you are cognizant what i am articulating about; it is an accumulation of us felines who thrive as one and harbor the next feline." she flicked an ear, before the pleasant monotone molly continued, sounding as pleased as ever - it was not her fault, though. those who knew her well enough, such as her comrade nightfur, was aware. "anew, my amends that we advanced quite...obnoxiously. we all still have a substantial amount to master, no matter one's age." another short burst of laughter.