[dionysus]

[ @ghostwriter ]

Sweetberry seemed a lot like Eelsting himself and the smoky warrior grinned and fluffed his fur, holding himself back from bouncing ina similar way to the ghostly tom. As for their compatriot, it only took the one relayed sentence for Eel to know exactly who it was and it turned out to be a tom whom he already considered his friend!

“Larskstripe. Definitely Larkstripe.”

Eel didn’t know any other cat with such a specific vocabulary and lilt. Lark was immediately recognizable probably even to mere acquaintances and Eelsting considered them much more than that. They were buds!

“Well, honeybee certainly is a nice nickname. Besides, it’s not like we’re really awake! We’re still sleeping!”