pafp i'll pick you flowers while you count the hours // flowers

[Periwinklebreeze.]

STEADY THE RIGHTS AND THE WRONGS
periwinklepaw | 08 months | demi-boy | he/they | physically easy (pacifist) | mentally easy | attack in bold #ccccff

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Flowers have always held a special place in periwinklepaws heart. With most of his litter named after the blooms, and one of his mothers too, how could he not? From the sharp smelling blooms that line the medicine den he loves so much, to cotton-tuft topped dandelions that bring back bittersweet memories, to the new spring blossoms with their fragrant scent and bright eye catching colors - he likes them all. Finally allowed to leave camp freely once more, the boy trails along through the sunlit grasses, softpaws and gentle jaws carefully plucking the various blooms as he wanders. It's peaceful in a way things rarely are in windclan.

Humming softly 'round his mouthful of treasures, he slips back into the camp, clear blue gaze full of life once more. He wants to share his prize with his friends - wants to share the joy, the beauty. wants to give them the gift of new leaf. The first to catch his attention is none other than snailpaw, and the boy plods over cheerily, tail waving in a sunshiny greeting. Brushing his flank against the older boys affectionately, he's quick to drop his little pile, head tipping to the side as he beams at the grey tabby - "W-want to help me d-decorate camp? I f-found some really p-pretty flowers," The older boy seems to have an eye for pretty things after all - the beautiful feather he'd given him one of peri's favorite belongings these days a perfect example.

// please wait for @SNAILPAW

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[SNAILSTRIDE]

It was the little things that always mattered most to the marbled tabby. A won war or promotion could feel great for a time, but it'd never compare to the feeling of seeing a pretty pattern for the first time or first tasting real food and having no one there to take it away. They were little victories but they could be completed an infinite number of times, to them, it made them more special than something that could result in early death or further responsibilities. Their face lightened up as Periwinkle approached, doubly so as their gaze settled upon the bundles of flowers adorning their muzzle. The other was making a beeline for them, and it was difficult to ignore the flutter in their stomach at the thought of getting a more obvious gift from the younger apprentice. "Keep on showing me pretty things and I'mma think you're trying to tell me something!" They teased with a flash of pointed teeth, their tail swishing behind them. Unfortunately (or fortunately, depending on perspective), Periwinkle wasn't there to adorn them with enough flowers to turn their pelt into a rainbow. They listened to their friend's request casually, their brows raised as the other finished. It'd probably be ok to take a break, Tigerfrost was beginning to trust them, if the Lead Warrior could lower their guard, then so could the rest of WindClan.

"Sure!" they beamed sweetly, their eyes closing as they bumped against Periwinklepaw's figure. They were kindred souls, dealing with their own problems and trying to navigate the tense social atmosphere that they had no choice but to be a part of. It was hard not to like the point, if not for solidarity alone. When their sapphire eyes opened once more, they were focused on the flowers, some curled and others straight, some bright as the sun and others more modest in their colours. Pupils widened with an appreciation for them all. Their fellow WindClanners never stopped to appreciate the value of the little things but perhaps, just for today, the pair could teach their clanmates to love something mundane. Their attention shifted to the camp walls and the barren tunnels that made up temporary dens, their head raising as they scouted. Their own nesting place could always do with more shine, but their attention was currently elsewhere. "We should totally decorate the elder's den first," they suggested. "Death's kinda followed 'em recently, it'd be nice to show them some life."
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[Periwinklebreeze.]

STEADY THE RIGHTS AND THE WRONGS
periwinklepaw | 09 months | demi-boy | he/they | physically easy (pacifist) | mentally easy | attack in bold #ccccff

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The soft smile remains on the boys face as he listens to his older friend, nodding along emphatically at the suggestion he offers. "Th-thats a g-g-good idea," he says liltingly, his good mood shining through even his voice. To many dead and gone - and the elders had the worst of the lot when it came to loosing loved ones or denmates. Humming faintly he selects a few of the prettiest - blossoms in shades of sunny yellows and warm pinks that he has never bothered to learn the names for - and separates them out. Dainty paws deftly twist and wind them the way he's done before with the gorse walls - until he's got a tangle that can be woven into the walls or the nests - whichever the cats within will prefer. Head tips to the side for a moment, contemplatively before he adds "y-you should k-keep some for yourself too," after all it's not like this is a task foisted upon them by their superiors - snailpaw is taking the time out of his own day to help with such a silly little thing, and he should at least receive something for his efforts.

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[SUNNVAR]

It was strange to think himself so aligned to Snailpaw's way of thinking. Though he would not say that a battle won or a promotion gained were meaningless after a time, it is the smaller things of life that gave him the courage to carry through the greater moments. Sunstride did not run from responsibility or the promise of death– he chased it with fervor, and in doing so often found himself drowned in a pile of exhaustion. The flowers were a beautiful way to settle it, to fill the cracks of his aching bones and heart both. Though there is a harsher side to him which wishes to demand the both of them return to their work, he had always known in earlier times that this, too, was work. WindClan had changed the way that he thought of others, yet it was an immutable truth that rest and recovery were all that kept them strong.

The bonds that they forge between them is what kept WindClan strong. He remembers now to honor that. When he comes upon the pair of them, it is not to chase them back to their duties. Rather, he smiles. "It is good of you to bring life to the elders' den. Though perhaps you should ensure your friend keeps his tongue firmly within his mouth." The last part is spoken to Periwinklepaw, without ire or harshness and warmed by glittering eyes. He would not forget saving Snailpaw from certain murder at the paws of an insulted elder. He had done well with himself in these recent moons, but not so great to forget.

﹥ˏˋ〘  OOC NOTES INFORMATION 〙ˊˎ﹤

• ooc: —
• SUNSTRIDE. named for his coloration and his bold chasing of fate.
  —— cis male, he - him. thirty-six moons old. lead warrior of windclan and former rogue.
  —— gay, but somewhat closeted. will not be open about his interests. single, will be so.
  —— seems comparatively stranger than who he was some moons ago, serious and cool.
  
  sunstride is broad and bold– a creature standing above most of windclan, though not a beast beyond its borders, with fur that flames red at its base and deepens to a burnt amber with every whorl and stripe. his eyes, in comparison, are a pale summer's blue, still as bold as the rest of him.
• "speech"

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[Juniperpaw]

Juniperkit watches the older cats with an uncertain frown. Recently, he's gotten into the habit of slipping away from the nursery when his mother was otherwise occupied with her more...unruly children. There are many interesting things going on around camp for Juniperkit to observe quietly from a distance. Abundant curiosity only goes so far. He struggles to overcome his uncertainty--would they let him participate? Or would they chase him off? He has quickly learned that not all of his clanmates were as friendly as others. Oh well. He is tired of just watching. "Can I help?" he asks cautiously, glancing at Periwinklebreeze before his gaze slides to Snailstride and Sunstride. The flowers have a fragrant aroma which distracts Juniperkit. On instinct, he crouches beside the flowers and gives them a cautious sniff before biting one of the petals. "Blegh!" he wrinkles his nose. "Those taste bad." Lesson learned: flowers are for sniffing, not for eating.​

 

[SPARROWBREEZE]

"I... I don't think you're supposed to eat those...?" Sparrowpaw offers to the young kit, who'd likely learned the lesson already, just by biting into a brightly colored petal among the assortment of flowers.

Curious, the brown tabby had found herself wandering over to the bundle that Periwinklepaw had brought in. It's not too often that someone brings in that many flowers to the camp, from what she's seen, so at first, Sparrowpaw isn't sure what the purpose of them is. Perhaps for Vulturemask? Maybe the flowers had some special healing properties or something?

However, she learns quickly that the flowers are for decorating the camp. She's never decorated much before, but... it might be fun, right? She steps closer to the flowers, inspecting them before looking up at Periwinklepaw.

"Can... Can I help too?" she asks, as the suggestion to decorate the elder's den is brought forward. She nods her head in agreement. The flowers are pretty, and they're bound to look nice, placed upon the elder's den. She thinks the older cats will like it - a burst of color strewn around the camp.
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