09-07-2018, 10:54 PM
[align=center][div style="width: 45%; text-align: justify; font-size: 12pt; letter-spacing: -1px; font-family: times new roman;"]♡ —Stockholm's a crybaby child. He was the runt of his family and his older siblings often pushed him around like he was some sort of doll. As for his parents, they had been often gone on hunting trips that normally lasted a couple of days, so Stockholm didn't get the chance to develop a good relationship with them.
The small, pink feline would make his way into the Rosebloods' territory, a grim expression on his bruised face and a tiny frown tugging at both corners of his maw. He was a fragile little thing, with an all pastel-pink pelt and pumpkin-orange colored eyes. Coming out of his mouth, were small flower buds that started at his jawline and ended at his shoulders. He wasn't sure how he had gotten these flowers growing on him. The only thing he really knew about these odd flower buds, was that he couldn't rip them off because he would bleed if he tried that.
With a small sob, the young male would decide to curl up into a tight ball, before he would release a pitiful whimper and hope that there was friendly faces around here. Ones that weren't like his family.
The small, pink feline would make his way into the Rosebloods' territory, a grim expression on his bruised face and a tiny frown tugging at both corners of his maw. He was a fragile little thing, with an all pastel-pink pelt and pumpkin-orange colored eyes. Coming out of his mouth, were small flower buds that started at his jawline and ended at his shoulders. He wasn't sure how he had gotten these flowers growing on him. The only thing he really knew about these odd flower buds, was that he couldn't rip them off because he would bleed if he tried that.
With a small sob, the young male would decide to curl up into a tight ball, before he would release a pitiful whimper and hope that there was friendly faces around here. Ones that weren't like his family.