[UpperclassFailure]

"......."

She had been trembling a little, tiny paws over her head and eyes closed tightly, but her shaking began to grow less severe when the massive (he seemed so to her) tom was halfway through his whisper. She listened quietly, now pawing nervously at her dirty tattered bow as she listened. And then, the whispering soon stopped. She should've been expecting him to quiet after a bit, but after listening for a little bit she didn't really want him to stop, she wanted to listen some more. The big tom sounded nice, she couldn't remember a lot of...or really any cats that sounded like he did, perfectly pleasant, like what he called himself. Crow...speck, Crowspeck! Yes that sounded perfectly pleasant to her, a speckled crow, but he wasn't a speckled crow he was a crowspeck, a Crowspeck he said! His specks were colored like a crow so...so maybe that was why? Why he was a Crowspeck? Her fearfulness started to fade away as she pondered it a little, the Crowspeck, and felt herself getting curious. So, a few moments later, her chocolate-colored head slowly and tentatively nosed through the grass, giving him a good long look. "......Mama used to call me P-...P-Pollen."
{ @Kyrieknight }