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Ah if there was one thing that Infirmaryward liked it was the season fall, for they could wear as many scarves as they want and no one would be none the wiser to judge them for it. The brown tabby with lynx points padded into the unknown territory, inhaling the crisp air. It felt good to breath it in, taking in the scent of wet earth, and the upcoming chill of winter right a upon the corner. Nothing felt better than making blankets and sweaters for those who really needed them, Fin would clearly make one for themselves although a bit more loose on their figure. They were addicted to baggy sweaters, and they could already see themselves living here. It was cozy, something about woodlands made them feel like home. Especially with the rolling mists in some places, a slight purr of deep delight rumbled through them.
Taking into account that the feline, was somewhat not as normal as they come. For one they were wearing a mouth mask, white as can be alongside a white eye cap on their left eye. Their left eye holding a bitter remembrance to their past, of something they would like to forget and the mask was a statement of them never ever smiling again. Now they have passed what they believed to be a scent barrier, of which they made their statement by moving onwards.
They had a respect for rules and all that, but only when it really came down to it. As of right now, they were as innocent as lambs, this was new territory. They have never been here before and would probably make themselves more at home, if they could find a vacant cabin to live in. perhaps they could establish a oven, and a hives. Ooh hives, it’s been ages since they had a hive to supply their honey for sweets, and mead.
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Ah if there was one thing that Infirmaryward liked it was the season fall, for they could wear as many scarves as they want and no one would be none the wiser to judge them for it. The brown tabby with lynx points padded into the unknown territory, inhaling the crisp air. It felt good to breath it in, taking in the scent of wet earth, and the upcoming chill of winter right a upon the corner. Nothing felt better than making blankets and sweaters for those who really needed them, Fin would clearly make one for themselves although a bit more loose on their figure. They were addicted to baggy sweaters, and they could already see themselves living here. It was cozy, something about woodlands made them feel like home. Especially with the rolling mists in some places, a slight purr of deep delight rumbled through them.
Taking into account that the feline, was somewhat not as normal as they come. For one they were wearing a mouth mask, white as can be alongside a white eye cap on their left eye. Their left eye holding a bitter remembrance to their past, of something they would like to forget and the mask was a statement of them never ever smiling again. Now they have passed what they believed to be a scent barrier, of which they made their statement by moving onwards.
They had a respect for rules and all that, but only when it really came down to it. As of right now, they were as innocent as lambs, this was new territory. They have never been here before and would probably make themselves more at home, if they could find a vacant cabin to live in. perhaps they could establish a oven, and a hives. Ooh hives, it’s been ages since they had a hive to supply their honey for sweets, and mead.
© MADI
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