private Between two lungs ❧ Bloody Mary

[Florabreeze]

Florabreeze doesn't know what spurs her to offer up a walk back to Twolegplace with Bloody Mary. Their last solo walk together had ended up in an exchange of blows in the middle of the forest. There is a quiet animosity between them when alone, at least from her there is, she can never tell where Bloody Mary's true feelings lie. She believes the offer comes from her own concern for her self image, being strong in her morals felt like such a hinderance. Florabreeze is aware that she's allowed to partake in the celebration but part of her was still hesitant. Maybe the celebration can be used to bury a hatchet that she wasn't aware to be lodged between the pair to begin with.

She wouldn't describe herself as miserable but misery loves company regardless. There's a flicker of concentration across her features, the white she-cat didn't seem particularly invested in morals so why she didn't partake in the celebration is beyond her. "What are you saving your first prey for?" It's a simple question, enough to break the mood that doesn't know if it wants to be tense or casual. Some daylight apprentices hold off on trying prey until they catch their own for the first time. While that's admirable she doesn't think that's quite the dog like cat's style, plus the lead warrior truly believes in Doeblaze's capabilities as a mentor.

It didn't seem realistic, the current running theory is that part of her is spiritual and maybe she's stuck in an endless loop of waiting. This is ultimately none of the large she-cat's business but she's curious regardless. "Do your twolegs do anything like that? I know mine have their own celebrations sometimes" what they're exactly celebrating is lost on her. She can understand enough to know that it must be a celebration, there's a newly awoken need to know that her twolegs weren't weird, that she wasn't the only cat in twolegplace that experiences this.

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• set to be around the same time as the celebration <33 @BLOODY MARY

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  FLORABREEZE 𖧧 She/her || Daylight Lead Warrior of SkyClan || 37 moons
  ❥ A large black tabby maine coon with low white and bright green eyes, always wearing her mushroom print collar if she can.
  ❥ Mentored by Sorrelsong ／Mentoring Jellypaw & Sfogliatella
  ❥ "Speech", thoughts, attacking
  ❥ Penned by Juice ⏐ouijeejuice on discord {open to being dmed for plots}

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[BLOODY MARY]

What a gift she's been given! Prey she doesn't have to chase... Self-sacrificial lamb, she's never before seen one; and Bloody Mary is eager to hold the knife to her throat. She's about a whisker away from a burr, already. The pelts of two mongrels barely brush... Something like her doesn't fear easy, no, but she fears what may happen if they really did. Not used to this, though.... uh, the walking, talking. No game to make out of not taking a bite. It makes her claws itch, her nose sting. The picture of her is ugly, probably; half-hunkered and slime eyes slit. Good thing she's never cared, heh.

Interrogation, one without teeth. Her gaze buds anew, then squint again a moment later.. Batty ears dip toward her. Dog fangs are always there, sure, but now they catch on the stretch of her smile... " Everyone likes prizes, I thought. " She eats plenty elsewhere... To have blood on her teeth is pure indulgence. Teeth's ache goads a low giggling from her. " I like 'em most of all. " Flora'd be a fool to argue.

" Can't earn somethin' for nothin', y'know... " Somethin' like warning on the tip of her word, lowly purled... Dull eyes make their way to one such think, skull-faced and dark-striped... The worst thing she could be is easy. Her half-tail gives a flick, just barely grazes the thick hide of her flank. " Would bring you my tail if I could. Think you deserve a trophy, hehe. " Yeah, she's still hot-blooded. Wouldn't let her forget. Insistent, that's her.

" Uh-huh, " rumbles her agreement. " Can't care what for. Feeds me good, though. " She forgets— forgets their days were the same, despite the nature of how they met. Bunch of blurred lines, SkyClan had. " Would think you wild-born without your, uh... doohickey. "

THEY SAY I CAN'T KEEP MYSELF FROM TRYING ⬪ 𝒜 𝐵𝐼𝒯𝐸 𝒪𝐹 𝐸𝒱𝐸𝑅𝒴𝒯𝐻𝐼𝒩𝒢 𝐼𝒩 𝒮𝐼𝒢𝐻𝒯 / ( 12 . 05 )

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  BLOODY MARY ⬪ DAYLIGHT APPRENTICE. SHE - HER - HERS. 26 MOONS.
  

  A dog-like woman. Large, with bulk in some places, and only lean muscle in others. Elegant at some angles, acutely strange looking at others. Has a longer, wolfish muzzle and gleaming dog teeth near-always on display due to an overbite. Skull presses insistent against her skin. Eyes are almost too - large, and not all sunken in her skull. Has large, tufted ears. Polydactyl, with a curved spine and recently-chopped tail.

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[Florabreeze]

"Well... Yeah?" She finds herself at a loss of words, infuriatingly that seems to happen a lot around Bloody Mary. "When will you know to have your prize?" Is there some kind of sign she's waiting for? Florabreeze doesn't really take the mangy she-cat for a StarClan believer but then again she herself didn't believe until much later in her clan life. The maine coon finds herself hard pressed to actually be scared of her, she's sure a few kits would be brought to tears by the daylighters giggling, maybe some adults too. In a way it's endearing to her, not when the giggling is attached to some foolish remark or cryptic response but by itself she could maybe describe it as sweet. Forgetting who she is, the general ashen taste of dislike she harbours towards the ghoul next to her. She doesn't tense at the flick against her flank, instead bringing her own plumy tail to do the same against the white of her travelling companions own.

Such good will is quickly subtracted. The topic of Bloody Mary's tail is brought up much to the lead warriors dismay. "Why would I deserve a trophy? Why would I even want that?" It wasn't like she took it to begin with! Despite the wailing insistance of the daylighter beside her. "I'd just give it back to you, you deserve to have your tail" she huffs, hoping that's the end of this chapter. Paws itch for a fight once again. unmarred flesh alights with throbs from when they had exchanged blows the second time. It's easy enough to ignore, the celebration put her in a mostly good mood after all. Well, being so eager to leave it had put her in a good mood. "Do they... Feed you their celebration food?" she asks curiously, the scandalized impression clear as day in her tone and expression. Florabreeze is always easy to read, in moments like this it is frustratingly apparent to her that that's the case.

It isn't hard for the beast to do but she manages to catch her off guard yet again with her remark. It cuts deep, while she likes to keep her lives separate she always wants to be known as a daylighter. The fact she could ever be seen as wild born... it leaves her curious. Once again it is not uncommon for the daylighter to capture her undivided attention. This time from genuine curiosity rather than a boiling anger. "What do you mean? I could never be wild born" she laughs at the idea, it trills as it quells. "I never took you for a house cat either" she confesses with a small smile, omitting the rather unpleasant circumstances of how they met from her memory.

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  FLORABREEZE 𖧧 She/her || Daylight Lead Warrior of SkyClan || 38 moons
  ❥ A large black tabby maine coon with low white and bright green eyes, always wearing her mushroom print collar if she can
  ❥ Mentored by Sorrelsong ／Mentoring Daffodilpaw
  ❥ "Speech", thoughts, attacking
  ❥ Penned by Juice ⏐ouijeejuice on discord {open to being dmed for plots}

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