camp delicate weavings ღ flowers

[whitedawn]

For several days now, Whitepaw has been allowed out of the hollow that made up the safety of the camp. She had brief training sessions with Ambertail, but nothing related to her current antics. Since her apprenticeship, she never settled on a single spot for her nest, obviously wanting to be beneath the stars, however the sun, not so much. Currently, she was in making a nest in one of the few shaded spots provided by tall rock, only she was messing with flowers, not only moss. The young femme continued to mumble to herself, narrowed eyes as she tried weaving the flowers together with gentle paws. She had been trying to mimic the rambled teachings of Heatherpath, the tortie elder who she occasionally checked in on. The old molly mentioned the fun of weaving flowers into nests and any kind of craft. Though Whitepaw herself was currently struggling. Just a tad. "Did I get it...?" She whispered, lifting an ivory paw and a sloppy loop of flowers before they simply slipped apart, landing in the moss. She let out a disappointed whine and huffed, going back to her current mission. ​

[I'M BREATHING]​

 

[SHADOWRUNNER]

\╱╲I SEE A RED DOOR & I WANT IT PAINTED BLACK╱╲/​

"Um... er... if you don't mind me prying, but what are you doing?" Shadowpaw queried with a slight hesitation as he padded slowly towards Whitepaw with his head tilting to the side. Flowers? Pretty, pleasant smelling, but what were they being used for? That was the question, at least the main one on the dark furred tom's mind anyway.

NO COLOURS ANYMORE I WANT THEM TO TURN BLACK
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[SUNFLOWERMASK]

.°☀ AND IF IT EVER STARTS TO FEEL BAD, LITTLE FANG

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Sunflowerpaw watches Whitepaw with a quiet fascination as she weaves a bundle of flowers carefully together, arranging them delicately across one another. They're very pretty flowers, Sunflowerpaw thinks, even if they're not quite sure what she's doing with them. Some kind of nest, maybe? It'd make for the loveliest nest in the Clan, surely. Intrigued, Sunflowerpaw sets to making their way over.

It's not an easy process; their paw is certainly doing better now, after so many nights spent in the medicine den, but they still move with some difficulty. At least they can walk, now, much as Vulturemask is always hesitant to let them do so. Still no apprentice duties, but this is different. They limp towards the center of camp, paw and tail held aloft. Their brother arrives first, and they give the two a little chrrp of hello.

With Shadowpaw already covering the immediate question (that of what, exactly, Whitepaw is doing) Sunflowerpaw takes a different approach. Does she need any -- "Help?" they offer softly, nodding towards the fallen-apart flowers. They want to join in on Whitepaw's mysterious flower-weaving, to do what they can, even one-pawed as they are.

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IT'S EASY TO EXPLAIN 'CAUSE THIS WORLD'S NOT TAME .°☀

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• SUNFLOWERPAW named by their half-brother vulturemask after his friend and mentor.
  — they/them, 4 moons. semiverbal.
  — windclan apprentice, mentored by wolfsong.
  — reserved yet loyal, distrusts most.
  
  primary character, high activity. penned by saturnid.​
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[VULTUREMASK]

" She is trying to make a flower crown." Vulturemask would answer his brother's question before Whitepaw had a chance. For a while not he had been watching the albino trying to weave the flowers together without any results. Newleaf brought new flowers to the moors, and with the flowers came these memories he never could escape from. Vulturemask narrowed his orbs as his gaze grew colder. He remember how before leafbare had cursed this land had constantly been dragged into to make flower crowns with his deceased friend Rosepaw. He had loved making flower crowns and force one on top of their head something Vulturemask never had appreciated back then. But now?. How odd how time could change memories into something more special.

" You're doing it wrong. You need to be more gentle and patient when you work with them." The medicine cat would say as he seated himself down beside the young apprentice to grab some of the flowers and started to work on his own crown. It didn't took long before he had something to show, and it didn't look all to bad although Rosepaw's crown had been far better made and pretty looking then his ever would. Vulturemask would hand the flower crown over to the young molly. It most be strange for them to see Vulturemask out of all cats knowing how to make a flower crown. Well, they had Rosepaw to blame for that.




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[whitedawn]

It wasn't surprising that in her little mission to craft, she gained a small audience of older apprentices that were curious of her antics. She focused a bit longer as she tried to weave the flowers, her ears twitching when Vulturemask arrived, explaining not only what she was doing, but also what she was doing wrong. Whitepaw took a moment to pause, nudging her pile of flowers towards the sibling pair for them to join if they so wished. She glanced up at the ebony tom, blinking owlishly as the flower crown was dropped on her head. The woven flowers hung on her crookedly, remaining on her head due to it being hooked on one of her ears. Perking up, she beamed at the medicine cat and spoke softly. "Heatherpath told me about them... She didn't explain it as clearly though.." She whispered, flicking an ear as she carefully mimicked the older cat's intructions. Soon, she had a bit more durable crown of yellow blooms, which she plopped on Sunflowerpaw's head. ​

[I'M BREATHING]​

 

[Addervenom]

Life doesn't discriminate

Adderpaw lounges upon his belly, watching from afar as Whitepaw attempts to weave flowers into some kind of shape. The purpose as to why is lost to him as he gathers to his paws and walks over silently. His gaze narrows thoughtfully as the bundle is plopped upon Sunflowerpaw's head adorning their fur with vibrant citrine blossoms. Interesting. Although he wondered about the weight constantly sitting upon their head or if the pollen would cause irritation to the nose."Will this be something you do often from here on out?" He questions, lowering his haunches into a sit. ​

Between the sinners and the saints​

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[SHADOWRUNNER]

\╱╲I SEE A RED DOOR & I WANT IT PAINTED BLACK╱╲/​

Oh? Did Sunflowerpaw know what to do? Shadowpaw gave a gleeful wave of his tail in greeting towards his sibling before returning his focus to that of Whitepaw, still none the wiser about what was happening. Though Vulturemask informs him that it's flower crowns, and even goes as far as to make one. His eyes widen in delighted surprise as he beholds the creation. "Oh that's cool!" He coos as he wiggles where he sits with barely supressed excitement.

With the flowers being offered up he decides to have a bash, though it's hardly a work of art. The flowers manage to stick together, though it's obvious that it was going to fall apart fast if subjected to any form of stress. Still, it doesn't stop him from grinning merrily at his efforts. "I hope we do these regularly, I'm finding it fun! Here Adderpaw, you can wear this one." Already Shadowpaw makes an attempt to place the flower crown upon the other apprentice's head.

NO COLOURS ANYMORE I WANT THEM TO TURN BLACK
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[SUNFLOWERMASK]

.°☀ AND IF IT EVER STARTS TO FEEL BAD, LITTLE FANG

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Flower crowns! Oh, Sunflowerpaw loves that idea. A little bit of Newleaf to carry around with them. And Vulturemask seems such an expert on the matter; they certainly wouldn't have expected it, wouldn't have expected the delicacy and care with which he weaves the small blooms together, but Vulturemask is always full of surprises, it seems. They watch with him carefully as he works, leaned a bit too close, following with their eyes as the little crown is plopped atop Whitepaw's head.

Sunflowerpaw only takes a moment to admire the crooked crown before they set to work on their own, clumsily weaving blossoms with their teeth, focused so fully on their work that it takes them a moment to register the weight landing on their own head. They straighten up, eyes turned skyward as they attempt to glance the crown they've been adorned with. A little flash of yellow -- their favorite color, of course -- is all they catch, but it's enough to bring a smile to their face. The culprit stands in front of them -- Whitepaw. They stand tall and bask in the beauty of their makeshift crown, giving a small but bright grin to Whitepaw before they return to their own work.

The crown that Sunflowerpaw makes is nowhere near as nice as the one they wear, barely more put-together than Shadowpaw's haphazard creation despite how much effort they put into it. Still though, they feel a swell of pride in their chest as they offer it up to their littermate. They find themself agreeing with his words: they would love to do again sometime.

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IT'S EASY TO EXPLAIN 'CAUSE THIS WORLD'S NOT TAME .°☀

⟪ OOC ⟫ ⟪ INFO ⟫ ⟪ REF ⟫

• //​
• SUNFLOWERPAW named by their half-brother vulturemask after his friend and mentor.
  — they/them, 4 moons. semiverbal.
  — windclan apprentice, mentored by wolfsong.
  — reserved yet loyal, distrusts most.
  
  primary character, high activity. penned by saturnid.​
• 

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[whitedawn]

She blinked, glancing up as Adderpaw joined the small group. She beamed up quietly at her friend, taking a minute to consider his question. "I'd like to." She whispered lightly as she focused down on the blooms compiled at her paws. She glanced back up at the silver chocolate tabby, staring at him for a brief heartbeat before she focused back on the flowers, weaving some red and orange flowers together. "It's fun and they're pretty to look at..." She added with a murmur, before continuing her weaving. Whitepaw noticed loosely that Shadowpaw was already attempting to adorn the younger tom with his own crafted crown, but she focused on finishing her crown, and gently nudged it towards Adderpaw, remaining quiet as she debated who to make a crown for next. ​

[I'M BREATHING]​

 

[cottonsprig]

Cottonpaw hesitates to approach the group. It's odd to for once be stumped by an activity - usually it'd be Adderpaw questioning the viability of frivolous activities, yet her amber eyed brother has no issue sitting in on the session. His demeanor is tamed, too, which is odd for him. Maybe the two of them swapped for the day, though she doesn't feel any bit crude or frustrated with the world as she imagines him to often be. Just... confused. Flowers could do so much more than be décor - and yet even Vulturemask, who would know best out of anyone around, makes a crown and gifts it to Whitepaw easily.

Eventually, her paws bring her closer. Her curiosity trumps her other emotions with ease, and she sits by Adderpaw. She's silent initially, simply watching as the other cats work as best they can to create circlets of flowers. Some seem bound to fall apart, even as they're offered away, whilst others seem to catch first-timer's luck and stay well together. "What did Heatherpath tell you?" Cottonpaw eventually asks her friend, tail twitching. Surely the elder has some sense about them, and maybe whatever Whitepaw retained would explain this whole thing to the grey apprentice. Maybe, then, she could understand the activity.​

 

[whitedawn]

Being one who was always quiet, it was easy to get distracted by focusing on her task, to the point she almost didn't notice Cottonpaw's arrival. Staring at her fellow tunneler for a brief moment, she considered before beginning to weave another crown, this time of pale blue and white blossoms together. As she did so, she began to whisper out her reply. "Heatherpath mentioned that with Newleaf, you can use flowers for a lot more than just a nice smelling gift. She mentioned that you could weave them together like into a nest or like this," She raised her finished product, gently attempting to place it on Cotton's head. "She mentioned that you could also make even more things if you can imagine it, but she didn't explain that as clearly..." ​

[I'M BREATHING]​

 

[cottonsprig]

The white furred apprentice's paws work deftly with more petals and stems and leaves and - Cottonpaw doesn't quite get it, but she finds that practice has quickly given her friend some sort of skill. A useless skill, she posits silently, initially, but a skill nonetheless. Perhaps it'll somehow make up for the fact that Whitepaw can't always patrol with the rest of them above ground...? The other always had trouble sitting in the sun for too long. Cottonpaw's mind trails off, but returns in time for Whitepaw's final explanation.

And as the other speaks, a circlet of blossoms fall on her head. Blue and white - a pretty combination, though Cottonpaw still struggles with the necessity of something pretty. Then again, she gave out feathers a few times, simply because they looked nice (but that was in trade for information, or stories. Does Whitepaw expect something of her?) Her mind thrums with questions, but more and more of her feels frustration with knowing that Heatherpath hadn't allowed the albino femme too much information. So, she leans back more casually, flicking an ear and attempting to admire a particularly blue bloom hovering in her view.

"It's... nice," she decides, though she finds herself discontented still. "Thank you, Whitepaw. This is nice," that, however, is genuine. She doesn't think she could pass off any half-hearted thanks.​