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breezepaw
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WHO WANTS TO SLEEP IN A CITY THAT NEVER WAKES UP ✧
born in the heart of leaf-bare, breezepaw had yet to see the moors without frost tipped blades of grass. everyone spoke of the season with such revere. even her mother's stony face lit with joy. a devout warrior, a formidable opponent, the woman was many things, but joyful? the thought made the apprentice laugh to herself. maybe the sun could thaw the coldest of hearts, or maybe silentstorm was just celebrating one seasonal change closer to her brood being adults, when their actions could no longer soil her name.breezepaw didn't think she minded, being blood of a strong, loyal warrior was enough for her. she was ready to prove herself until the day she died, but perhaps first she could experience the grass turn green. it was warm that day, songbirds called out in the distance beckoning a spring wind to blow. blue gaze scanned the camp, landing on a similarly blue patch. that wasn't there yesterday, or maybe it was. the sprouts were settled in an odd corner, skillfully etched in the ground dancing around a shadow. the plants were only just beginning to bloom, petals still wrapped tightly around each other. it was as if they were holding onto the last bit of leaf-bare, holding out from a full bloom in case the ground were to freeze again.
timid little things, breezepaw moved to closer inspect, long legs condensing into a crouch. she reached her neck out, gently grabbing the stem of one unripe wildflower and pulling her head to uproot it. back to her paws with a subtle stretch, long strides were taken back to the molly's small nest. she took it, and tucked it safely into the weavings. she didn't know why, and if asked she didn't know if her actions could be justified. it just felt nice, maybe it would make her feel closer to the happiness of new-leaf, or maybe understand it more.