pushing up daisies | flower picking

[Dandelionwish]

Flowers to him were something pretty to look at but otherwise mostly useless, his recent realization of their beneficial nature had him looking at them in a slightly different light but mostly he wondered if his mother had known how handy dandelions were when she named him. It was just a flower name to her probably, she liked flowers, her own name was Daisy and so he got to be another plant she had a fondness for but looking back on it he wondered if there was a deeper meaning. Dandelions grew everywhere, they weren't exactly rare and certainly not special in any way at least not as far as he could figure and that was how he felt until the impromptu lesson from Honeytwist during what was surely a very stressful situation for her and the cats they had rushed to help. His fur prickled as he recalled Duskfire's comment on wasting time and herbs on strangers, he understood but it didn't make it any less upsetting to think about. Didn't everyone deserve to be treated with kindness? Well, if Honeytwist had a LOT of plants then she wouldn't need to worry about wasting any! If there was excess then those sort of comments wouldn't be made, right?
His original plan to go hunting had stopped with one sparrow, he buried it as he mulled over his thoughts and made a note to come back for it later because now he wasn't hunting the usual prey. He was going to track down flowers.
Dandelion only knew the small handful the medicine cat had rambled off to him during the urgency of the situation but he recalled the names and descriptions and he would just bring back anything else that looked like a helpful flower and hope maybe it was correct! If not well, more stuff to line his nest with. It was a win-win situation in his opinion so he set out to go about doing so.
Finding his namesake was easy, dandelions were so common they might as well be invasive. He remembered another barncat once calling him a 'weed' and wondered if that just meant something that was everywhere. The point tom dipped his head into bundles of plants, sunk his teeth in to rip them up at the stems and add them to a small pile he was amassing to the side. Dandelion wasn't so foolish as to take all of them, he didn't expect plants lived for a long time after being picked but he would get enough that they wouldn't have to listen to any nonsense about waste again and maybe it would take off some of the head of ire that would come from their soot-furred leader.
Realizing his mouth wouldn't be big enough to carry all of it he set about poking stems into his fur and tail, tucking them behind his ears and even holding a few of the more sturdy of the leaves between the toes of his paws as he ambled on awkwardly back to camp.



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[Duskfire]

I WANT SOMETHING JUST LIKE THIS​

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It was an odd sight, to say the least; a cat covered from ear to tail in dandelions. Dusk wasn't even entirely sure how the other tom had managed to carry so many, honestly impressed despite the absurdity of it. This tom was known as Dandelion, right? Dusk had never really spoken to him before, but then again he supposed that wasn't entirely surprisingly considering the copper-gold tom had a tendency to hang in the background. Always there but never in the spotlight, always listening and watching but rarely speaking. He was happy to just watch- at least until he better understood the social dynamics of cats.

Lately though that last bit had been changing though, hadn't it? He'd taken the initiative to speak to Inky, was more talkative on patrols lately, and had even gotten a couple of the apprentices to find him likeable- for an adult figure, at least. He was nowhere near aas uncertaina s he'd been in that first week or two of joining, the territory and the majority of its cats now familiar enough to feel a semblence comfort around. After all, he knew what to expect from most of them now even if he was still on the nervouse side when it came to first interactions like this one. And it was going to be an interaction, because the sorrel, black spotted tom found the sight amusing enough to warrant comment.

"Have you given up on being a cat and decided to just turn into your namesake?" he asked as he fell into step beside the other on their way toward camp. He'd been returning froma patrol and had wanted to burn off some energy by jogging ahead a bit when hed spotted the flower-weilding tomcat, and it wasn't like he hdn't seen Dandelion around before. They seemed like a nice enough cat, so he was willing to take the chance on talking to them a bit. Might as well get it over with, right? ​

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windclan warrior - male - 17 months - homosexual - polyamorous - single - tall, strong bengal tomcat

 

[PEBBLENOSE]

"...What are you doing?"

The blunt voice of Pebble pipes up as she pokes her head out from the grass that towers above her petite figure. This dolt is covered in dandelions! He's practically a walking allergy attack waiting to happen! And he's headed straight towards the camp. With a huff, Pebble moves to intercept him, glowering at him with her bottom lip jutting out. She's expectant of his answer, her chartreuse eyes narrowed. What's the point in this? Dandelions couldn't be useful for anything other than turning cats into horrendous snot-monsters. Instead of picking flowers, he should be hunting or patrolling the territory, anything to make himself useful.

Dusk jokes that Dandelion is trying to turn into his namesake. Unfortunately for him, the sarcasm flies right over Pebble's head. Her head whips around, her chin tilting to ogle at the bengal. Stupid, stupid toms. "That's impossible," she states in a condescending tone, as if speaking to a child rather than a full-grown warrior. (With their level of intelligence, she might as well be.) "A cat cannot turn into a plant, you dolt." She rolls her eyes and wrinkles her nose, giving an exasperated shake of her head. Do toms even have functioning brains?

Her working theory is... no, not at all.​

 

[ROSEPAW]

There was no secret that Damask Rose loved flowers, his new made nest was coverd with all sort of flowers he had found out here on the moors. The ones he liked the most though was the colorful ones but still he adored them all. Sometimes he got teased by his siblings for loving flowers too much, since it was 'unmusculine' for a tom to like flowers. The same went with his name. If his mother not had mistaken him for being a girl when he first had got born she for sure would have named him something else. Rose felt grateful towards that misconception though since he was very much fond of his name no matter what anyone said, or how much his siblings teased him for it.

Rose would peek his head from behind Duskfire to curiously glance at the other apprentice who really looked like a tree of dandelion flowers growing from his fur right now. It looked a bit funny and if he not were being considerate to not hurt Dandelions feelings he would have giggled at the sight. But the two where not close, and he did not wanted to accidently hurt this toms feelings. Instead he would smile softly. " Do you need some help?." He would ask gentle as he stept out to stand beside thier deputy willingly offering to help since it looked like he could need a paw or two!.

Pebbles remarks made the easily jittery tom take a step closer to the bengal cat, his ears falling slightly back with a uncertain anxiety. Just like Sootstar her sister could be just as intimating.... Better avoid eye contact. So he did and the eyes ended up at his own paws.



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[MALLOWLARK]

Inky footsteps falling into place with the rest of the group, Mallow's snort of sudden laughter was what revealed his snow-shadow form when conversation might have otherwise allowed him to carry on unnoticed. He hardly cared- Social aversion would only prevent him from making friends, so descend upon this scene like an oblivious thunder-cloud he would, grin most certainly present.

Turn into a plant- it was a good joke, one that had laughs punctuating the ivory tom's movement for a few long moments. He had no idea Duskfire could be funny- he supposed he hadn't talked to him enough. Grey eyes snapped then to Pebble, who snorted in indignation, irritated- oh, was all of Sootstar's family so serious? Part of him wondered how they had any fun, doing nothing but wrinkling their noses up at people. Though, perhaps to them that was fun...

Ah, it was too late for him to try it now. All his ideas of fun had been learned from his mother, given his phantasmal imitation of her grin and his jovial attitude. He spared Rose only a sudden glance, a giggle leaving his maw inexplicably at the tom's offer of help. An act of kindness wasn't funny, but sometimes he just couldn't help it- he'd been that way for as long as he could remember.

Gesturing to Dandelion with a shadowed paw encircling his entire form, Mallow managed to choke out in a chuckle-tossed tone, "You think you could dress me up like that sometime- HAH!" before bursting out into full-on peals, cackling wayfaring and wide-eyed at the image of himself prettied up with dandelions.​

[ PENNED BY PIN ]​

 

[Dandelionwish]

Duskfire's joke was met with a genuine smile, he knew he liked the new deputy-good sense of humor on that one and certainly a fair spot better at taking a joke than most in WindClan sadly. His shuffling forward paused in favor to address Damask Rose's offer to assist and he gave a curt shake of his head.
"Thank ye, mister Rose, but I think a-" His polite response to the she-cat was interupted by another cat cutting in with a jeering insult. His lips curled into an almost mischievous smile as he turned to her with a quick whip of his head, his expression one of overeaggerated surprise, "You-you don't know, miss Pebble? Bout what 'appens if ye...if ye roll in something too much?" The apprentice's voice dropped to a whisper, tone cautious and eyes darting from the gray queen to Duskfire with only the most brief of winks in the deputy's direction. "Ye get yer bits replaced by whatever it is! S'why we got so much grass clumps and moss everywhere-awful soft and cozy but...ye know, if ye laze about too much and fuddle in them ye'll get turnt into them. Saw it m'self-dear ole sweet Hayseed...rolled in them there cut wheat stems too often then got tossed to the cows for their food." The point tom raises a dandelion covered paw to his eye to mime wiping away a tear; expression distraught and moroseful.
"It's the end o'the line fer me now! Bout to turn into a lump o'dandelions right here in camp! My only request is ye make a nice crown out of me and make Soostar wear it for a WHOLE day....and Mallow can have one too for 'is pretty lil'head. Anything left can go to Honeytwist's herb stock. So I can-" Dandelion gave a bitter sniff, tone heavy as if truly in tears, "-SO I CAN SERVE MY CLAN EVEN IN MY DEATH!"
The young tom mock stumbled back, swaying from side to side before collapsing with his paws shooting straight up into the air and tongue lolling out in a comical pretense of dying.



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