- Aug 6, 2023
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Its a busy day today for Salmonshade. She has to return from her patrol, she has to go hunt, she has to... She nearly sneezes as she draws to a stop from her morning walk, nose wrinkling at the pollen in the air. The rain had brought more than just prey, its brought flowers to a bloom as well... And they're beautiful, truly.
She steps forwards and slightly stumbles to avoid stepping on a particularly pretty patch of flowers. She leans down to sniff them, resisting the urge to sneeze once more, how could she avoid it when she loved the floral scent? Blues, oranges, pinks- she swears its a rainbow on earth... And she does need more flowers for her nest, as dry & pressed as she could have made them, they've begun to tear and wilt from the wear... And they have stopped smelling good, instead just a scentless decoration. Oh, but maybe Hazecloud would like some perhaps, keep her kittens busy... I've grown soft, a scowl momentarily crosses her face at the jest her mind made. She's still the same cat she was, right? But maybe Moonpaw would like some fresh ones? And perhaps they'd help cheer up Lichentail...?
Salmon finally relents to her thoughts, deciding that they would, in fact, be good gifts. She gets to carefully plucking the flowers, weaving them in to her tail fur so she could carry them back to camp and hunt along the way. Stars forbid if someone sees her doing so, though...
She steps forwards and slightly stumbles to avoid stepping on a particularly pretty patch of flowers. She leans down to sniff them, resisting the urge to sneeze once more, how could she avoid it when she loved the floral scent? Blues, oranges, pinks- she swears its a rainbow on earth... And she does need more flowers for her nest, as dry & pressed as she could have made them, they've begun to tear and wilt from the wear... And they have stopped smelling good, instead just a scentless decoration. Oh, but maybe Hazecloud would like some perhaps, keep her kittens busy... I've grown soft, a scowl momentarily crosses her face at the jest her mind made. She's still the same cat she was, right? But maybe Moonpaw would like some fresh ones? And perhaps they'd help cheer up Lichentail...?
Salmon finally relents to her thoughts, deciding that they would, in fact, be good gifts. She gets to carefully plucking the flowers, weaving them in to her tail fur so she could carry them back to camp and hunt along the way. Stars forbid if someone sees her doing so, though...
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prompt: flowers have begun to bloom once more, adding an additional item of decoration for riverclan's tradition of prettying up and adding some color to their nests.
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salmon,, salmonshade
❥ cis female ,, she/her ,, 38 months
❥ warrior of riverclan ,, mentoring riverpaw
❥ fluffy & dainty chocolate tortie smoke with white, blue eyes
❥ "speech, fd9367" ,, thoughts
❥ lesbian ,, single
❥ smells like warm flowers & freshly cut grass
❥ chibi by pin ,, penned by chuff