[ The return of Kaoru has made things...awkward. The girl herself is bombastic and over-the-top, and though she's glad to see her unharmed (and maybe, if she digs a bit, with some useful information), Hollyleaf can't help but feel torn on sharing the den assigned to them.
Therefore, there are some changes to be made. Throughout the day, Hollyleaf's sleep schedule... Well, it's already a bit off? But you'll notice her coming and going from the room at odd times...for a human. An afternoon nap, an evening rest, a dawn rise. With some creativity, it seems a way's even been found for her to open the door -- and not close it, of course.
It still must be strange to see the black cat seated in the common area near the balcony, sometime before dawn that day, as she's dragged her tablet along with her and she keeps calmly activating the text-to-speech function so it reads off the tasks and profiles, in an alternating manner. Head low to the ground and whiskers drooping, she seems troubled, particularly as she listens to the tasks. ]
Something special... Is that so?
[ The late afternoon finds her sunning herself on the edge of the basketball court. It may seem strange that this is her choice, but honestly? On the hard gravel, she seems content. ...Might want to make sure she doesn't doze off, though. Wouldn't want to get that NAUGHTY cap again.
And at night? After her evening rest, once the moon's high in the sky... Hollyleaf just sits next to the pond in the garden, gazing up at the stars solemnly. ]
All this way... I can't even see Silverpelt. What skies am I under?
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Therefore, there are some changes to be made. Throughout the day, Hollyleaf's sleep schedule... Well, it's already a bit off? But you'll notice her coming and going from the room at odd times...for a human. An afternoon nap, an evening rest, a dawn rise. With some creativity, it seems a way's even been found for her to open the door -- and not close it, of course.
It still must be strange to see the black cat seated in the common area near the balcony, sometime before dawn that day, as she's dragged her tablet along with her and she keeps calmly activating the text-to-speech function so it reads off the tasks and profiles, in an alternating manner. Head low to the ground and whiskers drooping, she seems troubled, particularly as she listens to the tasks. ]
Something special... Is that so?
[ The late afternoon finds her sunning herself on the edge of the basketball court. It may seem strange that this is her choice, but honestly? On the hard gravel, she seems content. ...Might want to make sure she doesn't doze off, though. Wouldn't want to get that NAUGHTY cap again.
And at night? After her evening rest, once the moon's high in the sky... Hollyleaf just sits next to the pond in the garden, gazing up at the stars solemnly. ]
All this way... I can't even see Silverpelt. What skies am I under?