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✧ . It’s been a while now since he’s done this last. Seasons have passed, his name has changed, his rank twice over. He’s lost family, gained family, felt the ice-cold of mountain stone beneath his paws. Been a mentor, and then a mentor again.
And while things are different — less strange in a way, far from the days of twoleg-stolen clanmates, but still tense from other circumstances — his objective still remains the same: to uplift the spirits of those around him. Just because.
He’s much busier now than he had been last time. Though dreaded apprentice duties had kept him busy then, a young Greenpaw would be astonished, he thinks with an amused purr to himself, to hear what little breaks in the day he has now.
But the lead warrior persists in his mission, gathering bits and bobs along the way. Between patrols, during training sessions — if he finds something that catches his eye, the tom makes sure to scoop it up, to bring it back to camp and to the temporary safety of his nest. Someone might like the glint of this stone, or the soft-edge of this feather, or the shape of this leaf.
He does this until he has enough to bring out into the sunlight on one of his slower days, organizing them in a sort of way he’d done seasons ago, with white paws pushing pebbles into a neat arrangement and straightening feathers and other trinkets until he’s satisfied.
“ Perfect, “ he hums to himself, bright eyes beaming at his efforts as he settles behind them. A crooked tail thumps at the ground as he calls a hardly new song to gather his clanmates. “ Gifts! Come get your gifts! “
And while things are different — less strange in a way, far from the days of twoleg-stolen clanmates, but still tense from other circumstances — his objective still remains the same: to uplift the spirits of those around him. Just because.
He’s much busier now than he had been last time. Though dreaded apprentice duties had kept him busy then, a young Greenpaw would be astonished, he thinks with an amused purr to himself, to hear what little breaks in the day he has now.
But the lead warrior persists in his mission, gathering bits and bobs along the way. Between patrols, during training sessions — if he finds something that catches his eye, the tom makes sure to scoop it up, to bring it back to camp and to the temporary safety of his nest. Someone might like the glint of this stone, or the soft-edge of this feather, or the shape of this leaf.
He does this until he has enough to bring out into the sunlight on one of his slower days, organizing them in a sort of way he’d done seasons ago, with white paws pushing pebbles into a neat arrangement and straightening feathers and other trinkets until he’s satisfied.
“ Perfect, “ he hums to himself, bright eyes beaming at his efforts as he settles behind them. A crooked tail thumps at the ground as he calls a hardly new song to gather his clanmates. “ Gifts! Come get your gifts! “
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✧ . A red tabby and white tom with bright green eyes.
✧ .Daisyflightx Raven Ramble
✧ . Mentored bySheepcurl; Mentor to Fluffypaw, formerly Falcongaze
✧ . Peaceful and healing powerplay permitted!
✧ . Penned by Abri ‣ @_abri_ on discord, feel free to dm for plots!
✧ . " Speech " ; Attack