( within bluebell pasture, there is harmony, still under the effects of the ritual's punishments (cat ears/tail, cold unless cuddling, and a crown of mood flowers- plum blossoms to be precise- around her head). she is sitting with an embroidery hoop, but she seems dissastisfied with something....
but who cares about that? we're here for the big important reason. a purple cake that smells like mixed berries is sitting in the grass... oh wait! it's not a cake. it's a cat! she seems to be sitting peacefully and watching a butterfly quite intently. ... the cake hops forward. mrrp? prrt? )
[The newest Thistle has come out of the ritual covered in glitter, which she is trying to brush off herself as she walks through the pasture. Completely ineffectually.]
[ today, Hannya is moseying about, a metal baseball bat slung over his shoulders. occasionally, he'll twirl it like it's nothing, but he somehow manages to not hit anyone despite how carefree he seems to be about it. wack. ]
Well first suggestion would be just beating it offa yer clothes. Then usin' a lint roller or tape to remove whatever's left stickin'. There's a trick with hairspray too but ain't got any.
( the cake cat is just a baby! and clearly has no idea how to respond to hissing because she just tries to scoot closer into her shell and hide. don't hurt her! )
Come now, dear. She's only a day old, it's alright.
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