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He did not know the names of all the flowers, what he knew was what he had picked up from Rabbitnose and other cats and the few he vaguely recalled hearing in passing. The common ones were easily recognizable and he could remember them without much thought but it was the more ornate and complex blooms with the fanciful names that elluded him. Sunfreckle prefered daisies. They were simple, easy to say and recognize and their pale petals went well with most colors so he could imagine tucking them into the pelts of various clanmates and enjoying the look of it. Since seeing RiverClan's decorative coats for the gathering he had grown somewhat obsessed with the idea of tucking flowers into his fur because the contrast of colors was pleasing to the eye; but he was not out her purely for aesthetics. While the camp was seemingly back in order the strong stench of smoke clung to everything like burrs in a long pelt and he found his nose wrinkling everytime he stepped into a den or lingered too long in places where the fire had burned the brightest and longest. It wasn't something that some rain would not eventually wash out fully, but he had cobbled together a temporary solution for now. Flowers everywhere. Pine needles freshly plucked from trees lining every nest; the thick scent of the woods forcefully brought into the camp through small limbs cut and still spewing sap. It was going to be a trial getting enough for every den, every nest, but he had confidence in himself for such a task. It was not the same confidence he had with hunting, thankfully, because if that was the case he would get nothing done at all but he was strong enough to carry a lot of things despite his missing limb. Moving around was not so hard if he walked, it was only when he was running that he had to focus to remain upright.
A bit of exploration had found a spot in the territory, ringed with powerful oaks and relatively unscathed from the fire, that was clear of debris and an open expanse of green grass and flowers of many varieties. It was slowly getting colder, he didn't expect the flowers to be lingering much longer but here in this place exposed to the sky they were flourishing despite that. It was all very pretty, his green gaze washed over the multitude of flowers present and he almost felt bad at the idea of taking so many of them but with the wind chilling and sky darkening every moon that passed it was only a matter of time before nature took them back itself; leafbare was on the way.
Turning around with a quick pivot, long plume of a tail raising up to avoid dragging the dirt, he addressed the other cats who had agreed to tag along.
"Right..." The red tabby said, breaking the forest's serene silence with a light laugh like bells, "Let's hop to it then!"
