new life [open]

Slightfrost surveyed the small shrub with narrowed eyes. ever since the bramble had grown a bulb, he knew that it would sprout some form of flower. what color it was, he had no idea, but it didn't really matter since any color matched his white fur. if the flower really was white colored, he could just give it to Batsong. right now, he was checking for worms and flies that could harm the precious bulb.

he didn't notice the approaching cat until they were standing right next to him.