[Rose]

Post Count: 36/100 | Purrk(s): Lyrebird’s Lullaby

Crowtooth sure had lots of rules. Now she had to build a stamina? Could no one help her? But she was too focused on the banquet in front of her to reply, mouth nearly salivating for some odd reason as her blue eyes drilled holes into the back of the deputy’s neck. She has to give herself a fullbody shake twice to actually focus. “You. Not carry always. Push snowball instead. For Strawberrypaw.” There. See? A happy compromise in her baby brain.

The snowy-furred apprentice plops to the ground as Crowtooth gently dislodges her, tilting her face up instantly to seek out her perch again with her eyes, already wanting to be up again. Blue eyes drift to his face, settling on the deputy’s mismatched pair. Again she was tempted to poke one with a claw and see if that fixed the colors. She’d have to test the theory one day, when she was tall enough to reach. For now, though, she turns back to roam around Twilight Falls.

“Minks taste. Good?” She was hungry all the time, wanting to make it go away. Her stomach had shriveled as she’d grown from kit to apprentice after Firestorm had weaned them off. Though in recent days her appetite had begun to resurface once more for some odd reason she’d started snacking on her mentor.

“Up.” Strawberrypaw requests as she stops directly in front of his paws like a tripping hazard, leaving not a whisker of space, head tilted all the way back to blink owlishly up at him. “…ple..please?” And then (if he’s let her up again) the fluffy apprentice is merrily kneading biscuits into Crowtooth’s shoulder blades, not even noticing that every pass has her claws poking out a fraction and probably irritating the deputy.

[ @Rani - Crowtooth | You could do double landmarks in each post if that makes it easier so we can speed up — mostly the lag is on my part but I shall do better :sweats: so if it’d help finish this quicker, maybe? ]