- Mar 1, 2023
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Windclan had many kits. It was an undeniable fact, and it was often a task to keep the kits from underpaw. Newleaf was also in full swing, with dabs of color coating the moors in a beautiful display. Whitedawn, since youth, always had a drawn to flowers. Sweet smells and pretty appearances. She recalls moons ago, when she had first tangled flowers in her nest and tried to teach herself how to make flower crowns. She remembered Vulturemask having taught her how to keep them more solid. So, as a way to reminisce and keep the kits entertained, why not teach them a little bit of making flower crowns. "Kits." The albino tunneler called in to the crowded nursery, a large bundle of flowers at her paws that she quickly went to gather. "Who wants to learn to make flower crowns?" She trilled out the inquiry, her petal-tangled tail curling at her paw.
[I'M BREATHING]