pafp secret of my heart -- flowers

[Orangestar]

Orangeblossom, practically radiating a good mood, had made a beeline for Hailstone as soon as she'd entered camp. When she couldn't find him out in the open, she peeks into the warriors' den, and there she finds him adjusting his nest. Every time she sees him there, like he belonged, the deputy feels a small squeeze of relief - he'd been staying longer and longer in SkyClan - but at the same time, vanishing for longer when he did stay with his twolegs. It's a terrifying dichotomy, one that might reach a tipping point soon, but that's not what she's come to talk about. The deputy brightens a little and pads over, murmuring into his ear as if sharing a secret:

"I want to show you something. Come with me." Brown eyes sparkle with a rare excitement as she pulls back and jerks her head towards camp's entrance. An invitation, a request. Of course she'd show him first.

Orangeblossom's paws thud against refrozen slush, claws gripping patches of ice for barely-there traction as she sets a quick pace through the trails of SkyClan territory. She has to slow to a walk every so often, not used to running in the wake of her injury, but it's definitely faster when she knows when she's going. It doesn't take them long to arrive, the deputy slowing to a halt next to her discovery; a small patch of little blue flowers nestled under the dappled shade of a pine tree. Most of them are still buds, unopened, but a couple have unfurled to show blue petals to the sky. As if saying hello, I'm here, newleaf is coming. It will be okay.

"They're the first ones I've seen." I thought you might like to see them too. The second part of her thought goes unsaid, but Orangeblossom turns her eyes shyly towards Hailstone, waiting for his reaction.

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• Prompt 1, @Hailstone
  also feel free to have your character follow or stumble on them too! >:3
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  ✦ orangeblossom, deputy of skyclan
  — mentor to eveningpaw
  ✦ 26 moons, she/her
  ✦ fluffy white and ginger cat with brown eyes. torn ear, scarred muzzle, scarred right legs. walks with a limp.
  ✦ bi, single. @ on discord for plots.
  ✦ "speech" — thoughts

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[Ashenclaw]

[ ☾ ] The blue tabby cat had been pushing some feathers from a plucked bird into his nest he heard pawsteps approaching him, but he didn't quite raise his head. Breath tickled at his ear as a familiar voice whispered like they where sharing juicy gossip. A grin twitched at his lips and he looked into deep chocoalte eyes that glittered with an excitement he hadn't yet seen on her. It was a good look if one would ask him. Abandoning his project of making his nest more comfortable, he followed after the orange and white pelt of the deputy.

She was quick though, even though with her injuries she shouldn't be rushing any where this soon, but arguing with her was near impossible. Espeically when she was on a mission of where to go like right now. Orangeblossom seemed determined to make it to where ever they were going, and he gave a chuckle as he trotted to catch up to her side. "Don't strain yourself too hard," Hailstones way of stating her cared about her but was starting to feel the contagiousness of her excitement.

The rounded a little slope and come upon a bush of some sort, and she pushed it aside to reveal little blue flowers. They where still budding though some where unfurled to show off their pollen and petals, rising towards the sun. He gave a soft gasp sound and crouched down beside the flowers, "Maybe not all hope is lost after all," He mused to the she-cat and moved to lap at her forehead softly, "This is indrecible to see, my first new leaf as a Skyclanner,"

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[Orangestar]

Orangeblossom closes her eyes in a slow blink at the touch of Hailstone's tongue to the space between her ears, leaning into the contact as he grooms at the fur there. The deputy is surprised, but she basks in it. After a moment the ginger-and-white molly pulls away to look at him properly, though she's still pressed to his side. They're alone, she decides, she can allow the contact. A small indulgence, something to tide her over until she can figure out what to do with these feelings - but she can't shake the notion that this closeness feels correct, somehow. A small nod.

"And SkyClan's first newleaf too; the Clans were founded during greenleaf. A first for you, a first for all of us. And, the first flowers to prove it." She meows, eyes lighting up again as she turns them towards the small blooms.​

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  ✦ orangeblossom, deputy of skyclan
  — mentor to eveningpaw
  ✦ 26 moons, she/her
  ✦ fluffy white and ginger cat with brown eyes. torn ear, scarred muzzle, scarred right legs. walks with a limp.
  ✦ bi, single. @ on discord for plots.
  ✦ "speech" — thoughts

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[GREENEYES]

The child practically appears out of nowhere, bright eyes wide with curiosity at the duo.

"Whatcha looking at?" he asks, crooked tail twitching as he tries to peer around them, "I want to see."

Greenpaw's eyes light up as he catches a glimpse at the deputy's findings. Flowers! Growing amidst snow and slush - maybe warmer days were nearby?

"They're pretty," he decides, head tilting to the side as he looks at them - a soft blue, still buds, waiting to bloom. He thinks he'll have to show his siblings these - describe the beauty of new-leaf's beginnings to Violetpaw. Has Firefly seen these? he wonders. He thinks his friend will like them too.

Greenpaw looks to Orangeblossom, "Do you think there will be lots of flowers, when it's warm again?"

Being so young, Greenpaw can hardly remember green-leaf, so the impending new-leaf will be his very first. Most of his earliest memories consist of cooling temperatures, changing leaves.

"Oh!" he squeaks, "Do you think we can decorate with them? Like RiverClan?" The river-dwellers decorate their dens with all sorts of things - he's seen it himself, after all! Greenpaw wonders if they'll weave their own flowers into their dens, come new-leaf.

He tries to imagine SkyClan adorned with the blue flowers that grow before him - he thinks it will be pretty, anyway.
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[CHRYSALISWING]

It had been a while since Chrysalispaw had spotted flowers jutting from the wreckage of winter, for a ravenous temper bit off the leaves and leached color from the petals, as though it left no penance for those it wrought wrath upon. If winter were a destroyer of beauty, then spring was surely the rebirth of all that had come to ruin. The little blossoms he did spot were ones wilted and worried away from the harsh season, drooping pitiably along waysides of the territory, hidden away by blistering alabaster hue. To him, wintry winds were the maw of the beast and the snow was its belly, swallowing whole all that it touched. Well, actual flowers were a sure sign of gracious newleaf's assured arrival, as if his prayers for an early springtide had come swiftly. It was his first new-leaf, and thus, his first dip into a new year.

"First flowers, huh?" No malice etched its way into his tongue, only a budding curiosity that sprouted from fertile fount, holding away a blade of brimstone and brine. This state of his seemed fragile, in a way - able to be swayed back to a more caustic, acerbic manner if tiltillated or pushed. However, he was caught upon the wondrous, and allowed the venom to subside, if only for these careful moments. He tilted his head, as though confused they could appear so early at the tail-end of cruel weather, as though he had expected the florets to be more fickle in their fruition. Flowers were frail, he had come to find. They died off at the slightest bout of chilliness. Their limbs were so easily plucked by the snap of claws. And yet, they were here now. The last time he had seen flowers was in leaf-fall, when he was but a bumbling fledgling of an apprentice. He remembered how quick they were to hide away when leaf-bare reared its ugly face. But now, it seemed they were even more eager to return.

"... By chance, are any of them yellow?" He moved past Greenpaw and nosed through the fluttering patch, breathing as though the heart of the land beat through it, as though the earth had remained alive even after being smothered and beaten. His heart sank as no buttercup-hue showed itself through the blue, even as one paw flipped through the florets - attentive as to not accidentally squish one. He would have to keep searching elsewhere, much to his dismay.
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[Ashenclaw]

[ ☾ ] The large tomcat had uncurled his tail from around Orangeblossom as Greenpaw spoke up from nearby, seemingly appearing out of no where, asking about decorating things like Riverclan. He gave a small shrug in response and then spoke up with, "I don't see why not, might liven up the place a little bit," He responded to the young apprentice with a small chuckle of amusement. Skyclan could use a good gussy-up with how everything going on. A make over perhaps? Something silly and fun for the clan to do.

Then Chrysalispaw showed up as well, questioning about the first flowers to bloom this season but then asked if any where yellow. He gave a small confused look, yellow follows where hardly wild besides maybe Dandelions or marigolds or something. "What do you need yellow flowers for?" He asked the young apprentice curiously.

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[ThistleBack]

Stalking through the forest as he usually does, especially since the fox ordeal. He’s naturally drawn to the chatter of clanmates. Finding them admiring the foliage, strange enough to see Chrysalispaw themself looking particularly interested. Thistleback mentally shrugs as he approaches, settling into a comfortable sit.

colorful splays of petals, they open and twist to drink the sun’s rays, breathing their first breath having been smothered by the snow. It makes Thistleback’s own lungs feel lighter, like a mental actualization. Like staring at a cut and feeling your skin pinch or prickle.

" plenty of time to push up daisies when we’re dead " he mutters to himself, but flickers with hesitance for a moment. He had never picked flowers before he realizes. Had never driven so much as a nail’s length of attention to them other than their colors. His perception of color was dim as the silver of his eyes. Had he always been so, uncaring to such tedious things. Had it not been his very own saying, nothing is trivial?

He feels a small twitch in his gut, perhaps the smallest bit of daring guilt for he had never brought flowers for Deersong. She preferred stones, so- perhaps it’s the same sentiment. Were they pretty? that’s subjective. Pretty is to be, alluring. Yes? So, plants were in their own way- generally alluring. Much more to Fireflypaw and Dawnglare, one could wager. Something to draw, inspiration for make one feel some sort of satisfaction. Thistleback earns this from, perhaps fungi. Mushrooms were like flowers to him, only more fascinating.

" now the camp can smell like Dawnglare’s den " he chuckles out, pinning a particular glance to Hailstone with a slight smirk.

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  Thirty-three moons EVENT TRACKER | IMPORTANT INFO
  — Lead warrior of Skyclan since 12.22.22
  — Devoted to Deersong 9.29.22 | polyamorous
  — Father of Coyotepaw, Pricklepaw, and Eveningpaw.
  — mentoring quillpaw & Snowpaw
  — very muscular piebald black and white tom with spiky fur and cold silver-grey eyes.
  — voice & accent
  — biography･ﾟ✧​
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[sheepcurl]

Whever Greenpaw went, Sheep wasn't too far away. Perhaps it's the fear of losing him like Centipedepaw, the scene that still lingers in the back of her mind, or perhaps its just luck. She finds herself next to Thistleback as she lets the others speak, humming softy to herself as she cranes her neck to get a good look at the budding flowers. Pretty things, they remind her of Red's eyes, maybe she should ask if she should pick one? If she puts it on his ear, maybe then... It'll make his eyes pop more to her than they already do. But pink and soft red flowers would be good along the spine and tail...

She blinks. Shes getting lost in her thoughts, whoops! "At least it's not the herb-y kind of scent." she jests back to Thistleback with a smile. Ergh... Just being in there made her head swim with it, she doesn't know how the pair manage to even sleep there. But... She shouldn't complain, her shared nest with Red is usually covered in flowers she stole from twoleg gardens. "We can find you some yellow flowers there! In the twoleg gardens." its almost like as soon as she thought it, it came tumbling out of her mouth for Chrysalispaw. Some of them even had flowers right on their little open windows, but that was risky... Maybe her old twolegs had some out for her? She remembers they... Really liked the color yellow. Subconsciously her eyes flit to her bowtie. Right. Those days are over.​

"speech"​