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Originally Posted by Mayflower
Primrose's head ducked down, a sweet smile on her face as she slowly placed her paw down. No, that wasn't quite the right place. She steps again, finding a much better place to put her foot and fluffing up in contentment. He thinks I'm... pretty? No, he just likes my fur. She looks up at him again, already warming up to the senior warrior. Granted, it didn't take much to win Primrose's affection, but he was so... mature. So formal. It was a refreshing change of pace from the brash cats Prim was raised with. |
Greyfur smiled at Primrosewhisker,”
Well, beauty. I don’t often meet she-cats like you. Most are far to busy with these new concepts, but you seem to respect the older and traditional ways more.” he meowed referring to Starclan and like the concept of having kits with a mate, not just asking a cat to impregnate them.