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DELILAH EVERGARDEN
trans femme ♥ tanglewood ♥ 15 m/o
[W]iskerDELILAH EVERGARDEN
trans femme ♥ tanglewood ♥ 15 m/o
[div style="background-color:#F0B1DB;width:90%; overflow: stretch;text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt;"]Delilah was hurried to gather the berries she needed for the pie she was going to bake, in all honesty. She was running a bit late, but the pastel feline knew better than to leave the territory. Not after what that gang did to her back then, the ones.. Who took her lover from her, way back then.
Magenta eyes carried themselves around awkwardly as she clumsy she-cat pushed through the thorny bushes of rasberries, whimpers of pain escaping her. God, this was miserable! "Uh, uhm.." She muttered softly, biting her lip as she pulled herself out, a paw full of rasberries and another full of thorns. Ah, damn.. Crimson blood pooled up at the edges of her paws, and the femme made her way over to a patch of grass to pick the thorns out of her paw. She really did hate this.
But it was all for cooking, though. She had to make it up to her groupmates. She had been so quiet, so useless. She couldn't fight, she was mostly like a pretty little statue who waited on the sidelines to help any injured comrades. Maybe she would be better as a doctor, instead of fighting.
Sakura petals seemed to shed from her fur, flying through the air, passing through the trees. The light pink maine coon was patient, trying her best to remain calm as she sorted through the berries and meat she had bought or found. Pleasant. She could make quite the picnic, couldn't she?
Magenta eyes carried themselves around awkwardly as she clumsy she-cat pushed through the thorny bushes of rasberries, whimpers of pain escaping her. God, this was miserable! "Uh, uhm.." She muttered softly, biting her lip as she pulled herself out, a paw full of rasberries and another full of thorns. Ah, damn.. Crimson blood pooled up at the edges of her paws, and the femme made her way over to a patch of grass to pick the thorns out of her paw. She really did hate this.
But it was all for cooking, though. She had to make it up to her groupmates. She had been so quiet, so useless. She couldn't fight, she was mostly like a pretty little statue who waited on the sidelines to help any injured comrades. Maybe she would be better as a doctor, instead of fighting.
Sakura petals seemed to shed from her fur, flying through the air, passing through the trees. The light pink maine coon was patient, trying her best to remain calm as she sorted through the berries and meat she had bought or found. Pleasant. She could make quite the picnic, couldn't she?