private LILY FLOWERS // MIDNIGHTASH

[splashdance]

It was an afterthought. She noticed how the warrior's eyes glistened when she saw what she made Pebblepaw. Gifts... RiverClan cats were superficial and gaudy to a degree. She supposes she would be too - her new steady diet of fish has lended her already sleek (if not wispy) coat a new shine to it. And the amount of pretty things that litter the lands... it only makes sense that vanity is a part of their lives - that to a degree, Splashpaw, too, would not be immune to something nice to adorn her fur with.

She took less time with the second one she made. The blossoms were only red and white, and though quickly done, the chord wasn't poorly braided. The standard only lingers slightly under the ome Pebblepaw holds to. Midnightash might pick up on the discrepancy... but maybe she won't all the same. Splashpaw approaches her from the far side of the camp, sheepish almost.

"Hey, Midnightash," she greets the warrior with a soft, purposeful smile. "I remember that you liked the one I made Pebblepaw, so... I made you one, too. Call it a gift. A, 'good job on becoming a warrior,' present."

@MIDNIGHTASH
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[MIDNIGHTASH]

જ➶ Her maw is pressed firmly against her paws. An almost gloomy look upon her angry visage as she rests. Those amber orbs are flicking like a dying flame as she watches what others are doing as they go about their day. Honestly she does need to get ready to go out herself. At least a hunting patrol might help to distract her mind. Being a warrior does come with a lot of freedom and she is happy that she doesn't have to wait for some annoying adult to have the time to take her out. Willowroot always had time for her and she smiles wistfully at those memories before she realizes that someone is coming her way. Her gaze narrows just slightly as she realizes just who it is. Splashpaw, the halfclanner. Her maw almost wrinkles before she notices the braided creation in her maw. Tilting her head she sits up, taking in the colors of red and white. "Made me one?" There is a measure of disbelief in her voice as she tilts her head.

It is not often that anyone gives her anything. Her muzzle twitches with emotional uncertainty before she allows herself to relax just a litttle. "Thanks...um, will you put it on me?" She can't say she doesn't like gifts. Especially ones that she can adorn herself with.​