WE COULD BE FREE // open, the rosebloods

[Jiyu Simul Stamus]

The small feline was bouncing like some over excitable kit, it was painfully nostalgic to be walking behind someone behaving like this. Per normal, Jiyu showed nothing on her face, stoic features remaining cold and leaving how she was feeling, if she even felt, a complete mystery to Nano. Mismatched eyes kept their focus straight ahead, but she managed to stop perfectly when the Pharaoh did, large subtly mutated paws actually offering her a decent step on the denser sand they now stood on. Why couldn't they have chosen a beachside home where they would have only had to deal with one source of water or two? Nah, instead Prestige had moved them to a territory filled to the brim with the one weakness she would never be able to overcome, it sucked. "Indeed it is." the cheek striped feline seemed to need to talk about everything, but Jiyu was not unadjusted to dealing with such felines. In fact, sometimes she appreciated them, the brief time she was with such animals they drown out her own head.

This group was worth more than the last one in the eyes of the calico, considering Pincher had taken it upon himself to make sure supplies were offered after the fire had blazed their old territory. "Jiyu Simul Stamus, Monarch of Warfare." she still didn't know exactly what that encompassed besides babysitting the new leader, but she'd figure it out eventually. At this point? Jiyu had to, because she couldn't turn around now, of course it wasn't like she had ever been able to begin with.