camp follow your dreams || flower crowns

[flowercloud.]

There was something surreal about being a warrior. It seemed there was a lot of freedom, more than just being an apprentice. You could go out and enjoy the day on a walk, without the bothering of somebody else to escort you. You were experienced in the duties, so sometimes they were finished rather quickly. Sure she had an apprentice now, but even then, she was guiding someone to what they wanted to excel at, and what they wanted to do.

It was later in the day, the sun somewhere in between the center of the sky and the horizon, casting glowing rays through the leaves of the tree, and long shadows. The large amber point with a huge fluffy mane cast herself to the shadows to avoid the extra warmth of the sun hitting her pelt. In her maw, delicate flowers that were snipped at the stem were hanging from her mouth. Reds, blues, whites, and enough for many things that the femme wished to do with other cats to hopefully brighten their spirits.

Weaving flower crowns was a delicate, but amazing and fun task. And as she set down the pile not far from a group of kits, she would settle a delighted grin towards them.

"Would you guys care to try to make some flower crowns with me?" she asked, pulling a few she had selected for her own crown. There were still many to pick from, and leaves as well to pull the beauty of the flowers together and make them seem fuller.

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[DAWNGLARE]

It is a strange obsession that has long overtaken this clan. Perhaps in their infinite boredom, or infinite delusion, they take to glamming themselves with petaled nonsense any opportunity they get. They're confused, they must be; thinking parasite - sprung poison could compensate for the lack of fine sick 'round their necks. Would anyone who knew how much better it could be really stoop to such paltry substitutes? Dawnglare would like to think not. The tom turns his nose to the sun - point, steel in his eyes. " Not recommended. " he'd tell her.

Blooms were safest when they were newly sprung, and whent hey were simply too abundant to concentrate any significant lethal force within a single stem. Then you could risk it for your foolish reasons. But now, leaf - fall approaching, when some buds have already closed for the next coming moons, and would soon begin to wilt, there would no doubt be venom running through them; sap eager to splatter on the fur of unknowing victims. Poor things. " Letting it seep right into your skull. You would die, " he tells her, frown tight alight a clenching jaw.

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• ( 𝙒𝙃𝙔'𝘿 𝙄𝙏 𝙏𝘼𝙆𝙀 𝙎𝙊 𝙇𝙊𝙉𝙂? ) DAWNGLARE Medicine Cat of SkyClan. Mentoring Fireflypaw
  —— He / him , deeply confused by the use of other pronouns
  —— Currently 54 moons old. Mated to Mallowlark
  
  Unsettling and strange, Dawnglare bears a unique perception to the world and stars above on top of a generally unpleasant disposition. Holds others to uniquely impossible standards and himself undeniably above the rest.
  

  Currently in an era of questioning; upset and uncomfortable by things he should not be.​

  Mood is decided by dice - rolls per thread, with the exception of some important threads

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[edenberry ?!]

Wandering over with wide eyes, they couldn't say they had any experience with this idea... weaving flowers into some sort of wearable. They thought for a moment about the weird little rope their Twoleg had been so insistent about (they were quick to rip it off and throw it around their house whenever the chance arose)-- was this like that? It seemed that one of the other SkyClan cats was not as fond of the sweet notion proposed- he rejected it swiftly, mumbling something about dying.

"Wait those flowers can kill you?" Moving their gaze between Dawnglare and Flowercloud, a frown creased their face in quiet concern... They hadn't been here that long but it already seemed like these guys weren't too smart. Bringing evil flowers into the camp... Hadn't these guys been out here for awhile? Why did only one of them know that!?

"I'm sorry miss but that sounds dangerous- are you sure you can wear those?"​

 

[CHALK]

⭒✧ A fray of colours beside a sandy mound of fur snared Chalk's attention the instant he entered camp. Further investigation revealed Flowercloud and something that resembled her name, varied stems topped with unfurling petals. The daylight warrior slunk closer to try and determine their use when a waifish tone bruised the air.

"Poisonous?" Surprise gently dented his ears, their ruffed tips pulled tall. He hadn't known the prismatic blooms in question to be toxic, though the tom's experience lay better in the tattered flower bushes that spanned the Learningplace. Dawnglare was the expert and he wasn't one to disregard that. However- "... In a way that can be dangerous through just contact? It must be ah, slow acting?" His mind's eye pinned the image of Flowercloud slicing the stems with sap-soaked paws in hours passed to the still living cat before them.

Chalk's nose dipped decisively alongside Eden's query. "Perhaps reassess the risks." His lack of understanding of the, 'seeping' process as the medicine cat put it, didn't discount the possibility the blooms could harm a cat. ​

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