Upon your approach, Honey pauses licking her paw and boops your nose, giggling.
Honey flops on her back when you approach and tries to playfully bite you when you try to groom her.
As you come near, Honey wakes up and yawns, then tries to sit on your back and go back to sleep, making you her pillow.
She has a stunning yellow pelt that's patterned with black spots, and her cloudy white eyes shimmer with her gentle and curious nature. Her name is Honeysuckle, but she's affectionately nicknamed Honey or Honeydew.
Honeysuckle was adopted by a group of knight lions and was raised by them, learning their ways and training her body and mind to be a fierce and skilled warrior. Despite her warrior upbringing, Honeysuckle's heart is drawn to the peaceful beauty of the natural world, and she craves peace above all else.
She's also incredibly creative and has a talent for drawing and herbs. Her art is highly regarded by many of the knight lions, who hang it in their caves as a symbol of pride and prestige. And her talent of knowing her herbs and making medicine made her very popular very fast, especially in a warriors pride. Honeysuckle loves all things small and fluffy, especially weasels like ferrets and polecats, and is often seen feeding them treats from the knight's pantry.
When she's not training, spending time with her animal friends, or practicing her art, Honeysuckle is found by herself, enjoying the quiet solitude of nature's beauty. She's a gentle soul with a kind heart, and she's devoted to spreading kindness and compassion wherever she can.
When Honey turned into an adol she met two little starving polecats during a famine. She couldnt let them die so she snuck them into the castle and gave them food. She was quickly caught and Gloomy let her keep the two little weasels.
Amar and Omar are siblings and like the opposite things. Amar always has her head in the clouds and often asleep. Omar is reckless and never likes to waste time. But they both have one thing in common. Both are troublemakers. And the main thing they try to do is find Honey a mate. They fail everytime. Honey is kinda oblivious and she doesnt care that much about other guys or girls. She likes being alone. At least she thinks she doesnt care that much..
Frost, One of Honeys close friends, hops over and lays two plants in front of her,
"Honey- I cant tell the difference between these two herbs. Im trying to make your medicine.. Gothic spent too long training again and got the sniffles.. again."
Honey smiled and nodded,
"Of course.. " She looked at the first herb and pointed to the leaves with her paw,
"You see the 7 leaves and how they have sharp teeth? Its the only herb with teeth!"
"Okay good to know- wait the other one has teeth?" Honey pauses and looks over at the other plant.
Honey frowned and looked at it for a long moment then she points to the long stem,
"Frost this is poison ivy-"
Frost's ears pinned back "I had that in my mouth."
Honey paused then nods to the water "clean your mouth out. You most likely inhaled the poison so dont overwork your lungs or inhale ANY smoke. I'd stay inside till you heal up- I'll make you some medicine too. Go ahead and do that now- I'll take care of Gothic"
Frost growls to herself and trudges off to the lake
