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𝕋𝕣𝕚𝕓𝕒𝕝 𝕃𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣 𝕠𝕗 𝕎𝕙𝕚𝕥𝕖-𝕥𝕠𝕠𝕥𝕙 𝕄𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥𝕒𝕚𝕟
Dahliapetal had been busy with clan life but he was a patient male. She had gotten him in love again, so he would play the patient knight for her honor. Bi-colored eyes lifting towards the sky as he gazed at the orange and pink clouds from the sunrise, nodding his head to the sound of the birds singing their song. Smiling to himself as he leaned down and picked up the leaf wrapped package, his tall and yet graceful form making its way down the side of the mountain in search of his wild flare. Birds sang and twirled around one another, the butterflies that were resilient against the winter months were fluttering in erotic dances. It was the day of love. Uloia, as his people called it.
Pupils narrowed as the male caught sight of the dark shadows of ShadowClan Territory, his Bob tail trembling in a wag as the breeze brought him a delicious scent. Purring to himself as he stepped around a tree, jumping over the prickle bushes for his eyes to gaze upon Dahliapetal. Setting down the package as he walked towards her, leaning down to press a firm kiss to her lips. “Dahlia. How’re you?” He purred loudly, grooming her ears before he gestured to the package he had brought. “A gift from me.” Grizzly hummed, watching her with a softness as she opened the package to find a necklace made of blue River stones and one red feather. “Happy Uloia, my flame.”