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A little bit of elegance never goes out of style
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Monty didn’t often wander the barn’s edge this early he preferred dusk or dawn, but something about the way the rain had cleared, leaving the earth smelling sweet and sun washed had lured him out.

The moor beyond was as striking as ever. And on the fence, poised like a vision carved from sunlight and wind was...Basilflame? Monty had never been the type to let a greeting pass him by. With a swift, silent bound, he leapt up to the fence a few tail lengths down. His amber eyes caught hers

"Well now..." Monty purred, amusement tugging at the corners of his mouth. "If I’d known WindClan had taken to sunbathing at the border, I might’ve offered to bring a leaf of mint or some lavender."

I’d rather bear the weight of others than let others carry pain alone.

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Basilflame’s body reacted with a ripple under her long fur as she felt another weight jump up onto the fence, her eyes opened, half-lidded to meet a familiar amber-eyed cat she had grown to be quite good friends with. His voice was always nice and somehow always found her when she needed it.

The lynx point she-cat let out a soft mrrrow in greeting, flicking her tail to keep her balance on the white painted border. "Monty!" She cheered, as if seeing him made her day just a little bit better, seeing him alive made her day all the better "You’re doing well?" She asked shuffling to face the fawn colored tom while still keeping her balance against the thin woodwork of the fence.

She inspected him with her eyes and gentle nudging of her nose, just to be absolutely sure that he hadn’t been wounded anywhere that she wouldn’t see. "No wounds, that’s good, you’re safe" she sighed, a relieved purr rising in her throat. The last thing she needed was one less friend in her life or at least an injured one.