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Originally Posted by Nighty
Cassius, just glad to have something to do, followed everything Dinivan was telling him. Pulling a prank, best idea he had heard. He watched as Don searched around for something then told him to go to the flowers. Twitching his whiskers in uncertainty, he approached them. He bent down and inhaled, their petite and sweet smell disgusted him. "Ick, do I have to? I don't want to smell like flowers, p'yuck!" He called to Donovan, nose wrinkled in disgust. He hesitated a moment longer and then stepped into them. He knew he probably looked really dumb, playing in flowers. Son of the False King and here he was playing in the flowers. Hopefully Onyx didn't choose to come back from whatever at this moment. After a moment of getting himself covered in sweet scents and pollen, he headed back to his friend, an unhappy frown on his face. "I reek." He stated bluntly. "But yeah, I'll go get them." He turned ti leave and was already a few steps away when he called something else out. "Wha?" He called, then getting an understanding and being able to comprehend it he responded. "Oh uh, yeah I think so, if not I'll sniff it out." He said before trotting off to grab the fronds and ferns, leaving Donovan to eager whatever he needed. |
Donovan laughed at Cassius' hesitation. "Don't worry, you'll get used to the scent soon enough. And after we finish our little... Project, you can go wash off in the stream over there." The Abyssian meowed, flicking his ears towards what was more of a spring on the other end of the clearing. He stepped into the flowers himself, shaking his pelt a bit, then he stepped out. "You're supposed to." He meowed to the younger cat's next statement, rolling his eyes in a little exasperation, a little humor. Donovan watched as Cassius walked away to gather the ferns, confirming as well that he would find the nest. The older tom then headed to just outside of camp, where cats usually made their dirt. He clawed together a bunch of brambles that were on the bush nearby, skillfully placing his paws on the parts of the branches that did not pave thorns. This just showed how much Donovan worked with brambles. He dragged them back into camp, staying in the shadows at the edge of the clearing, and dropping them behind a bush. He then say and waited for Cassius, his olive green eyes scanning the clearing for sugns of snooping cats.