04-27-2018, 12:48 AM
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☀ — and till the end you're my very best friend
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How long had it been since he'd left his old home? A month? Maybe a bit more? Somewhere along those lines, and Pierce had to admit, he was pretty lonely in this new place- too afraid to talk to anyone new in this strange environment, but too social to go without real contact with friends for this long. He needed to meet people, so that was exactly what he was doing. A little, somewhat nervous, smile on his lips, the serval trotted into the center of camp, a crown twisted from the stems of yellow and purple flowers perched atop his head. In his satchel were a few more crowns - as many as he could fit -, but he also carried another bag with the rest he had made. Enough to hand out to whoever wanted them, probably.
Setting his stuff down on the ground, Pierce glanced around at the animals that meandered around the camp, basically strangers to him despite having lived with them for so long. He was quiet for a moment, drawing in a deep breath before calling, "Uh, hey! I’m Pierce Parker. Come over here if you want a flower crown- or if you just, um, wanna get to know me or something. Like a meet and greet, I guess?" God, it’d been forever since he’d held an official one of these. It felt weird to be the new one to a clan, considering he’d lived in his old home for so long. The tom licked his nose, reaching over to his satchel to pull out the extra flower crowns. There were dozens of colors, the flowers rather vibrant, considering he’d just made the (rather long) trip to pick them the day before.
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Setting his stuff down on the ground, Pierce glanced around at the animals that meandered around the camp, basically strangers to him despite having lived with them for so long. He was quiet for a moment, drawing in a deep breath before calling, "Uh, hey! I’m Pierce Parker. Come over here if you want a flower crown- or if you just, um, wanna get to know me or something. Like a meet and greet, I guess?" God, it’d been forever since he’d held an official one of these. It felt weird to be the new one to a clan, considering he’d lived in his old home for so long. The tom licked his nose, reaching over to his satchel to pull out the extra flower crowns. There were dozens of colors, the flowers rather vibrant, considering he’d just made the (rather long) trip to pick them the day before.
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