- Jun 28, 2024
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༺ ˎˊ-WindClan is lovely, the moor-runner has found a new thing to love about it with each passing day. He unfortunately also found that he sometimes carried a disconnect from his clanmates, he was too positive in thought to think it was anyone's fault. It was just missed connections is all, he can't fault anyone for that but himself. She decided that it's due to the fact that she hasn't been as outgoing as normal compared to Horseplace. That was because he grew up with everyone there, well almost everyone, talking had come to her like second nature. He decided that chatty nature was going to be put to use here as well, even if he had to force it at first. It was a pleasant day for it, unusually warm considering the turn of weather. Ever the superstitious mind Marigoldstem had to believe that meant that he was making a good choice here.
The moors were stretched out into a rolling valley, growing grass land beyond all that the eye could see. The last of the more resilient flowers standing strong and painting the landscape in a vivid palette. The patrol was quiet today, uneventful some might say. He didn't mind it but if anything this provided only the most ample opportunity to try and strike up conversation. Glancing to his side he noticed the ebony figure of Mossthorn clashing against the lighter background surrounding them. "Mossthorn! Could I borrow your time for a joke?" he mrrows pleasantly with a curious tilt of his head.
Any indication that she could continue with her goal lights her up like the sun at dawn. He debated prefacing it with the fact that it's a common one he heard his pop say at horseplace. Deciding not to since she's a firm believer of the fact that explaining the joke may ruin the magic of it just a little. "What did one cow say to an unfunny cow?" Granted, the substance of the joke should highlight well enough that this would be in relation to horseplace. With a grin she fights back the urge to snicker at the thought of the punchline, when the brief dramatic pause passes he continues. "I'm not amoosed" he grins, tail curling in amusement as the pair walks, eager to see her reaction.
|| please wait for @Mossthorn ||
The moors were stretched out into a rolling valley, growing grass land beyond all that the eye could see. The last of the more resilient flowers standing strong and painting the landscape in a vivid palette. The patrol was quiet today, uneventful some might say. He didn't mind it but if anything this provided only the most ample opportunity to try and strike up conversation. Glancing to his side he noticed the ebony figure of Mossthorn clashing against the lighter background surrounding them. "Mossthorn! Could I borrow your time for a joke?" he mrrows pleasantly with a curious tilt of his head.
Any indication that she could continue with her goal lights her up like the sun at dawn. He debated prefacing it with the fact that it's a common one he heard his pop say at horseplace. Deciding not to since she's a firm believer of the fact that explaining the joke may ruin the magic of it just a little. "What did one cow say to an unfunny cow?" Granted, the substance of the joke should highlight well enough that this would be in relation to horseplace. With a grin she fights back the urge to snicker at the thought of the punchline, when the brief dramatic pause passes he continues. "I'm not amoosed" he grins, tail curling in amusement as the pair walks, eager to see her reaction.
|| please wait for @Mossthorn ||
