LIKE A PICTURE IN A FRAME
WISH WE COULD'VE STAYED THE SAME
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periwinklebreeze ❀ 23 moons ❀ demi-boy ❀ windclan queen
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Clanmates come and go with warm words and kind promises - empty things, he's sure, when Pinkpaw claims Vulturekit had left willingly. And so he seeks out distraction. Todays comes in the form of wildflowers strewn throughout pale fur - a familiar habit, one he could do with eyes closed if he cared to try. Greenleaf brings with it new life - greenery popping up upon the moorlands once more. And yet as eyes fall upon the colorful blooms, he struggles to shake that melancholy reminder that with life had come plenty of loss.
It's Witherkit who catches his attention - coaxed into helping by insistent words, soft and cajoling. The bright yellow flower at his paws is hardly unique amongst the bunch - a simple dandelion, one of the worlds most common weeds. And yet, it's not something Peri would normally coax into tailed fur - to bright, to showy. It's enough to give him pause, blue eyes catching upon it's petals. Drawn even further - to figure lingering upon the fringes of a den he'd once nearly called his own.
The medicine den had been as good as, once upon a time. Back when Peri wasn't so alone - when he had friends, his brother in all but blood. Now, there's only one face within that catches his eye, and it's enough to make him think.
' I want to be with you. As friends, as… more, as anything'
As anything. Once, perhaps, Peri would've felt the same - had felt the same. But now? He feels only the burning weight of all he's already lost, of all he could continue to miss out on. And he doesn't - he doesn't want that. No, he is tired of hiding, and waiting, and running circles around his own head. He gives only the vaguest of apologies, of excuses to the kids as he stands - flashes an apologetic smile to them as he gathers up the flower in his jaws.
Pawsteps are more certain then ever as he pads over, blinking slowly at a face with scars so similar to his own. " For y-you, " he says quietly, head tipping to the side.
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// Prompt Response, please wait for @GRAVELSNAP to reply first
Greenleaf has arrived, and although the moor is not quite what it should be thanks to the scorching flames, it's possible to find life blooming once again. Your pelt yearns to be decorated once more like you usually do. You've got your kits to help you — such fragile stems need to be woven into tufts of fur with much care and precision though —, and despite everything... you notice the reason for your heart's fluttering has been glancing your way. Gravelsnap watches.
