“Daylily? Hm?” She asked, raising a brow at the name. She had a gentle smile across her maw. “That’s a really pretty name” she spoke with gentle admiration.
She climbed back onto the root of the tree, getting her paws out of the frigid snow . Her tail flicked, just the tip, a welcoming gesture for the other feline.
“Oh how I get that” she murmured in thought. “I grew up in a colony, a group of cats. A large family, we took care of each other” she gestured with her paws as she spoke, her gaze warm in remembrance. “My Pa always kept everyone in check”
Her head shook as she realized she was rambling away. “It’s just me and my son now, he’s that age that Toms usually start wondering off” although she was joking, there was a faint sadness in her tone. Being alone was wrong to her. It felt horrible.