camp sweet blossom crowns ღ RTA | flower crown teaching

[whitedawn]

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]​

 

[Grasspaw]

𓆝 . ° ✦ Grasskit, sorting through his extensive rock collection, looked up sharply at Whitedawn's voice coming into the den. He broke out in a wide grin, nearly shouting, "Me!" and abandoned his previous task easily. He stood in front of her, pawing at the ground eagerly as he waited to see if anyone else would join.

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ooc Information

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  NAME — HE/HIM ･ 2 MOONS ･ KIT & WINDCLAN ･ PENNED BY TWITCHTAIL

  Small fawn tabby with pale green eyes.
  "speak" thoughts action
  — peaceful, healing, and minor injury powerplay allowed

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[REDHEART]

The spry warrior had taken a quick stop by the nursery to offer himself as a kitsitter after patrols. Stepping in and greeting the mass of kits now filling up the nursery. Just as Redheart went to speak with a Queen the tom is halted mid-sentence. Peering over his shoulder he spotted the bundle of flowers around Whitepaw. Delight glimmers in the ruddy cat's gaze and for a moment he nearly breaks conversation to bound over.

He loved flowers and getting to make something new was always an exciting idea. Though he was supposed to be the more mature one here. Wasn't he? Holding back the desire to sing his praises he instead controlled the need to bounce in place. Sheepishly, the tabby nods back a farewell at the Queen in question before making his leave. Eager to join in on the activity under the guide of supervision. Scooting near Grasskit the bulky feline beams a softened grin at the other. "I can help out too if you'd like?" Genteel greens peek back to the pale apprentice. Barely hidden eagerness trailing in his tone.​

 

[CELANDINEPAW]

"I'm not a kit, but I'd love a crown." Celandinepaw chirped, voice as saccharine as the wildflowers of vernal tide, as she stopped right at the mouth of the nursery. Wheat-hued gaze glanced downwards at Grasskit, who cried out in a sprightly tone, like a baby bird's first melody. She certainly wasn't much older, but already did she feel an instinct to act as an elder sister to the siblings she never had. (She figured this was how all the Windclan cats felt.) Sprays of blossoms from the moors lie at Whitedawn's feet, plucked gentle and spry like mere motes of dust picked up by a gentle wind. Deft claws must have taken the florets from their stems, clean and clear and simply cut. The golden tabby certainly couldn't claim to be as graceful as those who ran with the breeze, but she certainly admired it. "I'm not good with my hands, but I'll try my darndest to help, too!" Windclanners seemed to love the pops of posies that lined the plains, ones that usually would have been trampled by the horses and eaten up accidentally by the cattle. ​

 

[rivewhisper]

"TAKE ME TO YOUR ORCHARD, SO SWEET"​

In this most recent round of patrols, Rivepaw hadn't been awarded anything- after all, her mentor was to remain in camp. Rivepaw's ears twitched as she pawed at the piece of prey-bone she just finished cleaning off when she heard the call of Whitedawn. She blinked gently at her prey-bone, vision lifting in earnest when she heard Redheart. Ears twitched and face warmed. A flower crown, made by... Redheart? Girlish intentions weren't often on the apprentice's mind.

Most often, it was how she survived death, how she could... become more. Rise to greatness at her father's flank, become one of his most trusted. Was that something she could do? She didn't know. Rivepaw thought about that most, and Redheart... well, the thought of him often interrupted all of her aspiration-planning. She pushed to her paws, attempting to appear as casual as she possibly could standing next to the soul that had protected her and helped her when her belly was sliced open.

She knocked shoulder with him gently, giving a grin towards the warrior before speaking towards the rest of the crowd. "I want to help. Or be taught. I think I know how to make them, but I'm not positive, if that's okay?" Rivepaw asked Whitedawn with round eyes.
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"yuh"​

 

[Frightpaw]

*+:｡.｡ It was always fun when Whitedawn came to visit! She seemed to have all the best ideas for keeping the nursery kits entertained, and today seemed to be no exception. "I wanna make a crown for my mommy! " Fry would announce cheerily, bouncing after her brother, Grasskit, to begin the day's mission. Smiling at all the cats present, she'd giggle, "Everyone's a kit today! "

*+:｡.｡ Updated 1/11/23

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  " Speech "
  
  
  GENERAL:
  ☾ Frightkit
  ☾ DFAB— She/Her — Unsure
  ☾ 2 moons — Ages 1 moon every month real-time
  ☾ Windclan Kit
  ☾ Sister to Deathkit, Witherkit, Grasskit, Whitekit and Midnightkit
  
  
  
  COMBAT:
  ☾Physically very easy | mentally very easy
  ☾ Attack in bold #1b1e21
  injuries: None

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[SNOWGLARE]

જ➶ He has found himself within the shade of the gorse wall, eyes half open as he lays there taking in the warmth of newleaf. His eyes are barely open as he thinks about the day. The hunting he did before the sun rose and even now he is rather ready to go out again. But he must wait till the sun has started to fall a little in the sky. Sunhigh is not his favorite time of the day that much is certain and he sighs as he stretches out. Long paws grapple for the grass before him. Though soon his attention is caught up with a grouping of others that are happily talking. Something about crowns and he finds himself drawn in. The large feline shifts and pushes himself to stand, arching his back before he makes his way over. Pinkish eyes narrow against the rays of the sun as he focuses on the group of apprentices, kits, and some warriors. Oh, flower crowns. He has seen some of his barn friends make them and he glances to Celandine before he allows a smile to pull at his muzzle.

"May I join you all? I've never made them myself but won't mind learning how." His low voice drips from his maw with sincerity as he settles within the grass with them.​