pafp Flower power || A gift

[Morningsong~]

It seems like every day Morningsong comes across a particularly beautiful flower while on patrol. He can't help but to pick them and bring them home and gift them to his clanmates.

Even ones that don't like him.

But today, he would not be poking the sleeping bear so to speak, he would be taking this beautiful blue flower to someone he has not spoken to. Creekpaw is one of those cats, and she is the first cat he spots upon his return.

He smiles and bounces over to the apprentice. " Creekpaw!" He chirps. " I brought you a flower! I think it will look quite nice on your fur." He says, placing the flower before her.

Gifting his clanmates things always made him feel good. It was such a nice feeling, he never gets tired of it. He likes to see faces light up with joy, and he likes to be the reason for it.

(( @Creekpaw ))​

 

[Creekpaw]

Creekpaw turned at the sound of her name, smiling at Morningsong as a flower is dropped in front of her. She glances at it before looking back at the gifter. It was kind of Morningsong to give her anything, much less a very beautiful flower. She bends down, sniffing it. "Th-thank yyyou Morn-morningsong. C-can you tttangle iiit into mmmy neck ffffur?" She stutters out, a smile sitting on her maw as she moves to sit in front of the tom.
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walk "talk." thought
penned by helly​

 

[HOLLYPAW---]

☽༺♰༻☾​

a gift is bestowed upon creekpaw, by a warrior nonetheless. the delicate blues of the flower brought in by morningsong are pretty, hollypaw cannot deny that. however, it seemed a silly gift. flowers would die, wilt. the sky blue would turn as brown as dirt in due time.

green eyes observe the interaction. creekpaw seems thankful, asking for aide to entwine the flowers within the fur of her neck. even if the gift was not the smartest of choices, it would look nice. blue surrounded by grey and pale orange fur, colors all found above. "it will look nice with your fur, creekpaw," hollypaw offers, face still despite her lukewarm tone. a question edged on her tongue. this was certainly not a permanent accessory, it couldn't be. "what will you do when they die?"
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[Mouseflight]

Flowers were meant for Wolfsong to use in his healing, and nothing more. They died either way, but at least they became useful if they were used to heal a clanmate instead of tangling them together to put on one's head or putting them into fur. Mousepaw would keep his mouth shut for now, something he is learning to do more often, and just stares at the duo, though he couldn't help his nose wrinkling up as Creekpaw spoke, asking for it to be put in her neck fur.

Eyes flicked towards Hollypaw as her question was asked, and he nodded his head, waiting to hear the response. Would they be crushed up and thrown away, will it be left to rot in the stuttering apprentice's fur due to not being able to reach it?

OOC INTERACTIONS ✧.·:·.*

• [ooc]
• windclan (sootstar) loyalist
  dirty fighter/will aim to kill
  will bully anyone (some more than others)
  

  
  

  likely to attack first
  powerplay peaceful actions okay
  ping if needed in a thread
  
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  8 months old
  ftm calico -- he/him
  tunneler apprentice
  
  large ears
  always looks grumpy

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[Creekpaw]

Creekpaw glanced at the two, putting her head down between her shoulders both to hide her face and to allow Morningsong to have a better angle on her neck. "Thhhhank yooou. I w-will llllikely put thhhhem on my g-grandfather's graaaave. Theeese were hhhhis favorite fffflowers." She smiled at them, though wary and unknowing she was sharing too much.
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walk "talk." thought
penned by helly​