i can buy myself flowers || intro

[BUNNYBREATH]

the activity wasn't going as planned. bunnybreath dropped the flower pinned between his teeth and let out a frustrated huff. "ugh! stupid thing." a pile of other discarded flora laid at his side, all crumpled or bitten, some crudely knotted together at the stems. he'd been trying to make flower crowns-- trying, and failing. and he wasn't a fan of failure.

the tomcat fell back dramatically, crushing the ruined flowers under his back. then, he wiggled back and forth for good measure. there. out of sight and out of mind. dumb flowers. he instantly felt better. above him, the sky was cloudless and blue. it was one of the greatest pleasures of living in windclan: getting such a wonderful, unobstructed view of the sky. he gazed at it and hummed with satisfaction, feeling the sun start to warm his fur. before he knew it, his eyes began to fall shut. a little nap never hurt anyone...
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[SEDGEPOUNCE]

"Whoops." It is a moment of misdirection that sends Sedgepaw nearly toppling over Bunnybreath's prone form. He carries a collection of heather to patch a small hole in the nursery, some of the mothers there fretting over the next summer storm to breeze over WindClan's open camp, and the purple-ish flowers obstruct his vision in the sequestered sideline where Bunnybreath has flopped over.

Sedgepaw narrowly avoids kicking the young warrior in the head, but further crushes some of his abandoned flower wreaths in the process.

Soon on sturdier feet, Sedgepaw peers owl-eyed in Bunnybreath's direction and tries to say something, though its garbled around the stalks of heather clutched between his teeth. He sets them on the ground and tries again: "Uh, sorry, Bunnybreath. I didn't mean to ruin your..." his eyes drag over the trampled remnants of flowers, some of them twisted together, but none of them having taken any sort of solid form. He trails off somewhat pathetically. "Err...what is it that you were doing..?"​

 

[Bluepool]

Bluepool is not a cat who understands the point of objects that were not practical. There is nothing in her nest or in her life that isn't another cat that holds importance to her. Some cats have rocks or feathers tucked away into their resting places, things that hold meaning to them. But to Bluepool she only sees a weakness. Growing an attachment to such items only meant that when they were ripped away from you they would cause pain, leaving you crippled. Why put yourself through such an endeavor?

In a similar vein, she does not understand the purpose of flower crowns. Didn't cats have better things to do then weave flowers together to wear on top of their heads, werent they worried about, y'know? Survival?

She had been hard at work today and by the time she comes back to camp she is exhausted. The sun beating down on the moors was relentless during green-leaf, especially when it bore down on the darker parts of her tabby patterned pelt. When she comes into the camp she is looking for shade but instead she spots Bunnybreath surrounded by crushed flowers, staring up at the sky while Sedgepaw observes.

Curious, she makes her way over to the small group "What's all this for? You makin' the nursery look good?" It needed repairs, that much was known, and though she does not see the point in prettying it up she would not deny kits such a thing if that is what was indeed happening here.

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[Mouseflight]

Mousepaw had never seen a flower crown before, but he had heard about them. He found them a bit nonsensical, but he also found them to be slightly interesting. He would be caught dead wearing one, but the idea of someone being able coordinated enough to be able to actually weave one together was a nice thought - that means they'd be sure to be a really good warrior too considering all the fighting they'd be able to do with stuff like that. He wouldn't admit it, but he had been watching Bunnybreath towards the end of the attempt to make the crowns, breath baited as he waited to see if the older tom would succeed or not before suddenly the flowers were squished and abandoned. A slight smirk stuck on Mousepaw's maw as he soon watched others come over to speak to the other before he finally got up to do the same.

"I don't think kits would want squished and trampled flowers." The apprentice would scoff soon after Bluepool spoke, looking closer at the flowers that had been squished, "Especially not ones that are squished and trampled on." Hey, at least Bunnybreath would smell good for a bit while the flower pulp covered his fur.

OOC INTERACTION FIGHTING 彡⛧

• [ooc] text
  
• dislikes anyone outside of windclan
  if known to be a kittypet or skyclanner, will immediately hate
  is a bully
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  friendly/non-violent powerplay okay
  tag if needed/wanted in a thread
• dirty fighter
  likely to attack first
  will "accidentally" try to kill character if skyclanner or kittypet
  mention when attacking please

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[BUNNYBREATH]

the ragdoll tom had just begun to drift off to sleep when he heard another feline's voice, far too close for comfort. his eyes flew open, and he startled at the sight of sedgepaw over him, paw just inches from his face. "hey!" he yowled, springing to his feet. "watch out!" the fur on his neck stood up as he stumbled a few steps backwards, smashing more flowers underfoot in the process. he hovered there for a moment, heartbeat thrumming in his ears from the shock, then slowly began to calm. he could see that the apprentice hadn't meant to startle him. he'd been on some kind of supplies run, now returning with his jaws stocked full of heather. he needed to pay better attention to his surroundings, of course, but the younger cats often did. no use chastising him for it.

"oh," he said, now recovered from the shock of almost being trampled. "i thought you were someone else. hello there." he shuffled his feet to straighten his stance then licked at some of the fur on his chest that'd flown astray from his graceless stumbling. when sedgepaw asked about the flowers, he shook his head dismissively. "i made some flower crowns. well, they were flower crowns, then i laid on them. they looked lovely before, of course. but i tired of it and decided to rest instead." he poked at the crumped petals with his paw and hoped that sedgepaw had not noticed how poor they looked before he'd decided to take a nap on top of them. "were you planning to make something of your own?" he asked the apprentice, gesturing at the heather with a dip of his head.

at the appearance of bluepool and mousepaw, he glanced in each feline's direction respectively, giving them a friendly smile. "for the nursery? oh, wonderful idea. i could put some things up there," he responded to bluepool, then chuckled to himself. "it could certainly use some beautifying, couldn't it?" he'd begun to sweep the ruined flowers into a pile with his paw when mousepaw spoke. he didn't like the comment, the implication that he'd give out decor that was anything less than perfect. he could feel his jaw tighten. "well of course i wouldn't give them the ones i'd slept on," he replied, continuing to look down as he cleaned. "but fresh new flowers for the nursery? that'd be beautiful, no?"

having successfully gathered all the flowers into one spot, he looked up again. sedgepaw looked busy, heather in his jaws and all, but the other two seemed perfectly free. "would you like to gather more with me?" he asked. "i know exactly where to find them."


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[VENOMSTRIKE]

( ) Much like Bluepool, Venomstrike didn't keep objects with sentiment with them though that was more of the fact that he was rather forgetful and due to not having received something of great importance but the thought of losing an item that was meant to be special bothered him. He had finished some of his duties and had stepped into camp having caught the sight of Sedgepaw nearly tripping over one of the younger warriors, the fur along his neck rising hoping that neither of the cats would get hurt. Thankfully, Sedgepaw had narrowedly missed Bunnybreath and the large tomcat stopped holding his breath.

He decided to walk over to see what Bunnybreath had been laying on and noticed that Bluepool and Mousepaw were already present, his ears perked up listening idly to how flowers on the nursery would be beautiful. He agreed silently that it would be rather lovely to have a few flowers on the nursery, Venomstrike worried momentarily over the flowers potentially attracting insects. Butterflies were not bad by any means but bees could be, the thought of a kitten or queen getting stung is what made a small frown form on his maw. It was a good and bad idea, at least, to an overthinker like Venomstrike.

His eyes turning to Bluepool and Mousepaw then settling on Bunnybreath once more, it wouldn't hurt going to get a few flowers for the nursery... Maybe he would find an extra one for it or for a clanmate of his. Brushing away the thought, the moor runner offered a smile and spoke up "I'd like to h-help..." ​

( ME GUSTA LA MAÑANA; ME GUSTAS TÚ )

 

[RATTLEHEART]

Speak of the devil, and he shall appear. Or, in this particular case, think of the devil and he shall appear. Rattleheart's ears perked up a bit at the sound of chatter from the other side of camp, rolling over from where he had been bathing his stomach in the sun. His gaze immediately brightened when he saw Venomstrike, before his expression turned to one of confusion when he noticed all the poor, mangled flowers. The tunneler was one of the few within Windclan that saw the appeal in flower crowns, but he'd never actually made them himself. His trembling paws made the task difficult, claws often cutting into the edges of petals or twisting stems in a way that made them unusable. At least he didn't seem to be the only one, judging by the frustration rolling off of Bunnybreath in waves.

The tom was mostly silent as he slipped up beside Venomstrike, pressing lightly against the moor runner in greeting before turning his attention to the others. It was meant to be a simple, friendly greeting, but Rattleheart seemed oblivious - perhaps willfully - to the impression it often gave. Instead he was focused on the prospect of prettying up the nursery, his voice light and cheerful. "Flowers for the nursery? Oh, how nice... I'm sure any new queens will appreciate it." He had to wonder if there would be any new occupants in the nursery sometime soon. They'd had an influx of new kits not that long ago, but warriors were always falling in love - and sometimes just looking for someone to occupy their nest for the night. He was sure it wouldn't be long until a new litter needed somewhere to stay, and best to have it be cute and welcoming when they did.

He's not sure why the thought makes him grin sideways up at Venomstrike, but it does. The tunneler is still smiling as he bumps their shoulders together, tail twitching behind him. "I'd love to help too. More paws means things are prettied up faster, right?" Though getting the work done quick wasn't always the goal. Sometimes it was just enjoying the journey, and Rattleheart could admit that he wouldn't mind taking an afternoon to just pick and sort through flowers, instead of dirtying his pelt once again.
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[Periwinklebreeze.]

❀​❀ I FEEL SCARED AND I'M STARTING TO SINK ❀❀​
periwinklebreeze | 12 months | demi-boy | he/they | physically medium (pacifist) | mentally easy | attack in bold #ccccff

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Flowers, crushed underpaw, petals scattered and torn. A sad sight - and one that has him checking his tail as though worried that his are in a similar state. His fear is for nothing however, the daisies still knotted into dark fur as carefully as before, if a bit more dried and withered now that the days have gone by. "i'll g-g-g-go as well," peri is quick to offer, the boy padding over quickly on light paws. Such a lighthearted activity might do his weary mind some good, he thinks, and the further he can get from the camp the better. Venomstrike and rattleheart are two of the more tolerable warriors he can think of, and bunnybreath hasn't seemed too bad either - he'll take what little tolerance he can get, with friendly faces being so few and far between these days.
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[SOOTSPOT]

"Gathering flowers?" The Tunneler drifted over, a brow raised at the notion, ears swiveling forward in case he'd somehow heard the older warriors wrong. Paws caked with sticky mud that made the feline grimace with each step, Sootspot offered a slighted smile towards those present, yellow-green eyes refusing to give the discarded flowers a second glance. Briefly looking toward his aunt, head tilted curiously, the blueblooded male eventually straightened his posture and suppressed a sigh that threatened to pierce his silence. Fresh flowers for the nursery seemed pointless when they were just as easily to be dried by the sun and drowned by rain as they were to be eaten by the curious teeth of kittens who'd scarcely reached the age where they could eat their own prey. It was a pointlessness that caused his smile to twitch as if struggling to keep the politely attentive expression frozen. When enough animals had gathered, and it became clear that too many adequate paws would be wasted on the task, the two-toned chimera stepped forwards. He lacked the authority of his elders, something he reminded himself of as he begun to open his mouth, and found himself changing tactics the moment he realised he was about to bark orders.

He stretched his smile further, the expression somehow more awkward than before. "Did you mean herbs?" There was an innocence to his tone that danced between sincerity and dishonesty like a pendulum and it took the will of StarClan itself to not offer Bluepool another look. Wolfsong was a new medic, Vulturemask was dead in the dirt, surely he would appreciate the help, Sootspot thought. 'At least helping him would be more useful than... decorating'.

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