Post by Kingfisher on Nov 29, 2020 16:41:26 GMT -6
After emerging and exiting from the great blooming tree, the orange fur had quickly left the tree. Nothing there had really been worth his time, and he was itching to get out and explore what the world had instore for him, and so he had ignored what was going inside the tree. He was still angry about the tail he had gained in the blooming tree, but he supposed he could live with it. He now found that he could flick it, though it was so short it barley made any effect. A small while after he had left the tree, he had come up with a name for himself, though it was a wonder that he had listened to Exit enough to know to choose a name. It was, obviously, the best name, suited only for the best fur. Hollyhock.
Hollyhock had travelled for a shirt while, before he had become bored and stopped, building a small den in the area, which was rich with plants, fauna and flora. As he had stayed, he became more familiar with the local creatures around, and though sometimes an encounter didn't end in Hollyhocks favour, he had generally been able to learn how to keep safe and had since developed rather useful instincts. Today, Hollyhock was chilling in his makeshift den, hoping soon, something interesting would happen
