Blossom quickly got up and followed Hazel, hoping the kit would understand. Her fur was still on edge as she tried to remember the details of her past. All she could glean from this was a fuzzy black kitten telling her not to be long, then the woods, the shelters, then all of the owners. Blossom didn't like twolegs, they were unpredictable. One minute giving you food, the next throwing you out the door. The shelters are often gross and the cats mistreated. She had thought once or twice about becoming a loner, as she sometimes saw them on the streets. Or even joining a clan. But she thought of her soft personality and knew she probably wouldn't survive. She was doing all she could to toughen herself up, but if she needed help finding her way back home... she knew she wasn't even close to being ready.
(OOC: What were you guys planning for your characters later? Blossom might join them. It depends.) @
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“Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind,
And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.”
― William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night's Dream