Yellow flowers? He could do yellow flowers! As long as they weren’t too pretty. If they were, he might get jealous.
Ok! the tom mewed, his long for swishing a bit in the wind as he deprecated from the medicine cat. It took him a minute or two, but after a bit of careful grass-wading, he found some yellow flowers. He didn’t know what type of yellow flowers they were, but they were fuzzy and bright, like suns in the grass. When he nipped two off at the base they dripped a milky, sticky, nasty tasting substance into his mouth. He dropped them, grimaced, and then headed back towards Cowtuft with two of them.
Arr dees da wite thins? he mumbled through the plants, hoping his mouth wasn’t obscuring them too much. (Okie! Sounds good!) @
x ghostie