(Clover is genderfluid)

Clover's POV

Clover looks around. Nothing bets being at the moss blanket! they thought to themself. A flask of gold flashes in front of them. What was that? They thought. Clover hears a russel in a nearby bush. They investigated the bush.

"Hey..." Clover comforted.

"Are they gone?" A girl asks.

"Who?"

"Someone was throwing things at me."

Clover looks around. The ranchcer heads out of sight.

"I think so." Clover replies.

The girl looks at them. She tries to get away. Clover grabs her.

"Hey, I am not going to hurt you." Clover said to them.

"You sure?" They ask.

"Yep," they replied, "The rancher headed down a path." Clover points down a path not far from here.

"I got to go." The girl said, teleporting away.

Strange. Clover thought.

2 days later
Clover's POV

Clover wondered what was that slime? They do not even know what type of slime they were. It bothered Clover.

"Yeah," said Stripe to his friends.

"Cool," said a pink slime.

"I do not belive it," said another tabby slime, "I honestly do not belive they exist."

"Hey Stripe." Clover said, walking out of the brush.

They was splashed with water and looked at Stripe who was trying not to laugh.