Username: bmkmb
Cat Name: Poinsettiabriar (also responds to "Nyx" in casual situations for simplicity)
Gender: afab, female
Rank: Cardinal Seriema (division of warriors known for their fighting skills — cardinal = "leader of the")
Clan: CaladiumClanAge: 26 moons
Prompt: A "hideous" bandana gifted from her twolegs with a
shocking pink base and electrifying, squiggly, yellow accents. The thing supposedly made it easier for her owners to spot her when she wandered outside, but according to Condorstar, "It is a miracle that no hawk dived at you as a kitten. With that, you are practically a walking target. Perhaps their sensitive eyes could not stand the colors." The thing is torn (courtesy of Condorstar) and has a thin yet long, ragged rip vertically.
To reiterate:
shocking pink base (#FF009B) with
electrifying yellow squiggly lines (#F7FF00) that might've been drawn by a two-year-old, not to mention the thin yet long, ragged rip going vertically down.
The tortoiseshell molly raced back to her leader with a vivid bandana clamped between her jaws, and Condorstar gawked at it. "You made me walk all the way here for that thing," he stated, tail beginning to wave dangerously. "It is hideous." // Poinsettiabriar rolled her eyes, and she gently set the piece of cloth onto the earth. "It is not," the molly argued once she could speak properly. "My tanagers [twolegs] made it for me back when I was a kitten." Her eyes softened. "If only I had those strange paws to put it back on." // Her leader watched, unimpressed. "If only..." he repeated, then, swift as a starling, his claws unsheathed and ripped through the side of the bandana. Following, the black-furred feline stepped back and dropped down into a defense stance, anticipating for his own follower to attack him in retaliation. // As her shock morphed into fury, Nyx turned on her leader; however, she refrained from immediately throwing herself at him in anger. "That was my only link back to my past—" she began, only for the tomcat to cut her off. // "And you are of CaladiumClan," Condorstar responded sternly without raising his voice. "Poinsettiabriar—you are, perhaps, my most skilled seriema, but to embrace your rank, you must let go of your past. You have memories of your tanagers, and that is enough. I will not allow you to wear an unblemished tanager accessory amidst our foul camp." // "It's no longer unblemished," the molly murmured. // And the ghost of a smile flitted across Condorstar's maw as he agreed quietly, "You are right. It's not."
