Walking in the gardens

[ranjit]

Ranjit had taken a walk in the gardens. He was thinking about ways he could make plants come back to the horde.Well, I suppose I could transplant some plants. No, just water the dirt and maybe a pioneer species of plants would come back. But we want plants soon. I'll look around for some plants to transplant. He reached into his bag and pulled out a book and some writing utensils. He sat on a low retaining wall and began writing down some weird enblems.

[Flameclaw]

OOC: MAJOR improvement on your RPing Ranjit! It looks great

Kalem hadn't been around much, he'd spent most of his time learning about smithing with Flame, the only beast he knew well. It was either that or fighting the wildcat, no easy feat. That cat was about as insane a fighter as he was. He was walking through the gardens with his sword bared, practicing the blocks, parries, jabs, passes and swipes he knew he could do faster. He felt at one with his weapon when he fought like this, the whole of him, footpaws to the tip of his ears to his sword tip was devoted to combat. He knew this ability came from the curse that had almost ruined his life, causing everyone to never truly accept him. A leaf was cut exactly in half lengthways and a blooming rose was cut from the bush as he thought about his friendship with Flame and how they got on so well. The rose was stabbed and then thrown up before the huge sword that had spit beasts from head to footpaws was sheathed.

It was a barely audible sound as the mostly destroyed rose landed on the grass, bouncing a little. The rusltle of fur and a creak of the wolf's belt was far louder as he reached down to pick it up, but he suddenly stopped. His eyes flicked over to the beast sitting on a wall and writing, or who looked like he was writing. Kalem picked up the rose and asked,
"Who are you?"