- Apr 24, 2023
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She should be hunting, she knew this. But, there were kits whose paws were restless. She knew there was limited time to do this activity, and some were young and new to the world. Newleaf flew by quicker than the amber warrior wouldve expected or hoped, her teeth carefully picking the final bits of flowers slightly withering due to the nip in the air that felt so nice against the cloud of her pelt. A small but plentiful pile of flowers that she would gather up. it was a memory as she carried them, remembering Dawnglare having said but nearly a year ago (or was it longer?) that they were poisonous this time of year, but she could not simply believe that.
The children would have fun with these, she knew. And shed start with Fawnkit, who probably felt lost here. She was too young when she was found, merely in a blanket and a basket when she was found. But she had always felt indifferent, since she wasn't born here. She could only hope the child didnt feel that way yet, though. Her large form carried the bundle of different flowers through the undergrowth, carefully making sure she did not drop any, and occasionally having to readjust her jaws.
But finally, she would make it, setting the flowers down and looking around. Upon seeing the child, she would settle her flowers down, before lowering herself onto the ground. "Hello Fawnkit! I brought these to you, and the other kits. I figured, maybe we could make some flower crowns- or, I can even weave some into your fur if you would like." she purred, her voice as gentle as honey, pawing through the different colours and spreading them out so she could see them better.
@Fawnkit~