Don't Hang Up The Line;; Gifts For Junji;; Open.

[Masie]

She had went herb hunting with Owen and they had already given Junji the decent amount of herbs they had tracked down during that training. Masie had been doing her own amount of training in tracking, but she had no proper knowledge until that day. Now? She could stalk animals like CC with additional ease, finally knowing how to track them down properly without just sniffing and waiting to catch the heavy scent of their trail. Clearly, her sisters were still better than she was, but she would improve with time for tracking certain things. However, she'd likely never surpass her sisters in tracking down something like prey, they were hardwired to hunt, genetically modified to be great at it, whereas she was normal. The girl would never feel lesser to them simply because she wasn't genetically modified to be perfect in all of her skills, she much preferred the learning that she did, the empathy she possessed. Not that she had noticed the differences yet, not really at least.

Anyway's, back to plant cat things. Masie had not been content with the amount of plants they bought back. Just like when she thought Blue was not eating enough fish? She had ventured out without Owen to fetch more, hunting the jungle for anything that looked close to the herbs they had brought Junji before. The woodland was her playground, such ease being displayed as she ran around and sniffed at every plant with a flower on it or honed in on every tangy scent she could find. Thanks to recent events and lessons, she was further learning how to carry something in her clawed hands instead of her mouth, pressing the plant between her chest and hands. Doing that? She could carry even more plants for the plant cat! Some names were easier for her to learn than others, thus for now Junji was plant cat.

With Aloe dried from her muzzle already, showing the day or so passing, she ventured back to where she remember seeing plant cat both times. Why was plant cat not there now? Unable to understand you had to knock for people, she dropped the plants, made a chitter, and returned to collecting more flowering plants. If the white plant cat was not going to be where he was meant to be? She'd simply get him even more plants! This process would repeat about four times.

On the fifth trip, she got a little frustrated and let out a semi chitter, semi cry sort noise, stamping a foot against the ground. Where was Plant Cat she wanted to give him the plants she was holding! "Plant cat?!" she chittered for him again, flinching slightly as she dropped half the plants to put her hand against the side of her muzzle again. Stupid Baku, it still hurt, why did he have to be so mean, she was just trying to make him feel better! Hopefully plant cat liked her kindness more. There Masie stood holding a large bundle of plants in one arm, with a pile of plants nearly her own size in front of her.