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ᯓ⚘ The day has been blazing, but thankfully Oakrumble can remain in camp when the temperature will reach it's warmest. Sweat had soaked her long coat on a morning patrol, twisting strands into matts. She sprawls uncomfortably in some shade, eyeballing the last mat on her shoulder blade in dismay. It is exhausting work to contort her body in such a way to reach around to pry apart tangles, and she knows this will all be for nothing when tomorrow she will be matted once more. But, the brawny she-cat cares much about her appearance and more about how others perceive her. It takes several minutes of muffled swears to remove the large knot and Oakrumble only succeeded in her battle by ripping some fur out which she deposited with a spat onto the sandy ground.
She is about to murmur some nonsense about wishing she were bald when a somewhat familiar figure passes by in her peripheral. Oakrumble turns her flat features upon Butterflytuft to watch the sweet she-cat settle down paces away, causing an idea to bloom in Oakrumble's mind. She admires Butterflytuft alot, a fact she's never actually shared with the tortoiseshell. Oakrumble doubts Butterflytuft would be very comfortable in her presence-- she knows she's an aquired taste for some and can be quite harsh with her approach to things. But she finds an in on approaching the timid she-cat... she eyeballs Butterflytuft's thick pelt, adorned by the gorgeous markings reminiscent of her namesake. Oakrumble heaves herself up and shakes her now-pristine fur before bumbling over, humming a tune that sounded similar to the rasp of sand beneath her broad paws.
"How d'ya do?" Oakrumble mews, pausing in front of Butterflytuft and inclining her head downwards as if asking for permission to sit with the feline. She doesn't wait for further permission though, settling quickly on her haunches. She continues, "Y'know. You've got gorgeous fur. I'm sure you've been told that a lot. How d'ya keep it so... clean? Looks perfect, really! Oakrumble means her compliments sincerely but is afraid she made seem insincere due to the way she approached and so she flashes a polite smile, her teeth accentuated by her underbite.
She is about to murmur some nonsense about wishing she were bald when a somewhat familiar figure passes by in her peripheral. Oakrumble turns her flat features upon Butterflytuft to watch the sweet she-cat settle down paces away, causing an idea to bloom in Oakrumble's mind. She admires Butterflytuft alot, a fact she's never actually shared with the tortoiseshell. Oakrumble doubts Butterflytuft would be very comfortable in her presence-- she knows she's an aquired taste for some and can be quite harsh with her approach to things. But she finds an in on approaching the timid she-cat... she eyeballs Butterflytuft's thick pelt, adorned by the gorgeous markings reminiscent of her namesake. Oakrumble heaves herself up and shakes her now-pristine fur before bumbling over, humming a tune that sounded similar to the rasp of sand beneath her broad paws.
"How d'ya do?" Oakrumble mews, pausing in front of Butterflytuft and inclining her head downwards as if asking for permission to sit with the feline. She doesn't wait for further permission though, settling quickly on her haunches. She continues, "Y'know. You've got gorgeous fur. I'm sure you've been told that a lot. How d'ya keep it so... clean? Looks perfect, really! Oakrumble means her compliments sincerely but is afraid she made seem insincere due to the way she approached and so she flashes a polite smile, her teeth accentuated by her underbite.
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ooc–wait for @butterflytuft
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OAKRUMBLE —— skyclan warrior, she/her or they/them, 56 moons
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