Heron Lake Plateau cruisin' through the alley

Her statement that the other girl was cool as as far as Clover would think about it. She never wanted to meet her, honestly. It wasn't personal, it was simply that an incident caused Clover to think as narrowly as her elder sister did on the matter of outsiders, before she had befriended one. If Tegan said he was over it, she wasn't going to push.

And then came his suggestion. She liked the sound of it, and nodded her head. Pelting the enemy with obstacles and making him nasty seemed like a good way to prank someone to start with. As Lucca came up, she smiled right back at him with none of the nervousness present. And then Fiadh. As she groomed herself, Clover looked to her own belly, which was caked with mud. Though Clover had no qualms in getting down and dirty, and perpetually looked unkempt, she did care for her appearance. A self-conscious wave hit her, unbidden, and she brought a muddy paw to sweep across a foreleg, making matters worse. Dangit, she thought, and shifted her weight.

We were just thinking of ways to get the new resident shitbag to leave. Tegan thought of a prank—filling up moss with mud and peltin' 'im. It's a good start, she said, nodding approvingly to Tegan. What else we got? Her tail beat against the ground as she asked the question, ears pricked.