Blackadder stood within the branches of the pine trees, the breezes rustled the small pine leaves around her. She preferred to be up off the ground, her small paws not wet or mud-soaked from the swampy marshes of spring. With a small body, she was agile enough to climbe branch or branch. Blackadder's icey blue eyes caught sight of another cat, her curiosity caught.
She slithered down the tree, bouncing from branch to branch, until she landed directly in front of the other warrior, their muzzle only inches apart.
"Crocusblaze," She meowed, her black head tilted to the side.
"I couldn't help but notice... you're watering the flowers, why?" Her ears twitched with interest.
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