Wilting or Blooming (closed)

Sycamoreblossom sat in a corner of the strange place, observing she goings-on's around her. Artificial suns, at least she thought they were with how little heat they produced, sat overhead nearly blinding her, and in front of her was a horde of cats indulging in twoleg treats like a bunch of filthy gluttons. It was all so sickening to her. She just wanted to be back home in Thunderclan, sleeping in her own nest, surrounded by the cats she had come to know as annoying, and never too far from Mottlestar. This was all wrong, and she had no patience for it. If the twolegs tried to touch her again, she wouldn't be as kind to them as last time, nor to the cat that approached her. He should have scared her like he usually did, but seeing him in that clear collar had done wonders in alleviating any fear she felt toward the cat. "What." was the only greeting she would offer him.

He supposed that he could say some things to the Thunderclan warrior that had disrespected him earlier, and he had half the mind to do so, but, considering that he had only just gotten the material that was covering his wound removed he didn't want to do anything that would aggravate his freshly healed wound. That being getting into a fight, or otherwise. Huffing dismissively, accompanied by a flick of his tail, the tom made his way to his usual spot on the highest object he could reach in the den with all the kittypet objects.