- Aug 9, 2022
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It was warming to see the black and white she-cat adjust. She wasn't fully comfortable yet, he could tell, but his talk with Blazestar had unburdened him of a lot of uncertainty. SkyClan was not the life he'd intended when he and his family joined WindClan, nor the one he thought of when he picked the monochrome kit off the side of the thunderpath; but it was theirs now. They had a long way to go as far as integration went; so many SkyClanners were still uncertain, wary, and that was fine. There was no judgement or frustration on his part, even to Dawnglare and his equally loud apprentice, even to the ones who felt they should've died at the border. He was, frankly, too tired to give it much thought. Dandelionwish would do as he always did, try to look to the bright side. It was easier here, at least, to do so. Both mismatched gold and green eyes wandered, spotted the cluster of tiny blooms near a tree and he rose up stiffly to wander over and examine them.
Daisies. Simple, delicate little flowers. Their name meant far more than anything he could ever fully express and he glanced back to the apprentice rolling about in her play.
"Daisypaw, come'ere." A tail flicked, gestured for the girl to come over and once she did he stretched out a paw to tug her in a bit closer to peer down. "Lookit'em, ye ain't never seen these 'fore but they're what yer name came from. Sorta. Daisies!" Clumped together, white and pristine; they looked like several tiny flowers hunched together from the cold but the chill in the air was not as intense as it once was. Newleaf was coming ever closer, flowers were blooming once again. He wished he could see the moors in their full beauty once more but those days were behind them now. "Me ma was named Daisy too." He wondered what kind of clan name his mother would have had if she had lived long enough to join with them. Hare had become Harefur and it suited him. Dandelionwish sighed to himself quietly, wondering if he was well, if Shrewtuft and Thymeroot were as well. Be safe. It would be a while before he could even ask or see them since he would not be attending gatherings; he understood and he wouldn't argue, but it did hurt a little not knowing and he wasn't going to risk any of his new clanmates by requesting they ask around in his steed. It could draw unwanted attention. The chocolate limbed tom smiled quietly, that was just how it was.
-- @daisypaw !