- Sep 7, 2023
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The snow melting was a shockingly rapid process. Only a few weeks ago Sunlitpaw struggled to scent prey on the breeze during a hunting patrol, carefully followed the pawsteps of older warriors so they wouldn't have to trudge through belly-deep snow on their own. Now flowers pushed through sodden soil to greet an early-rising sun. This was Sunlitpaw's first new-leaf, born during leaf-fall when the flowers were beginning to wilt and the trees losing their leaves. Sunlitpaw had spent the majority of their time as an apprentice during leaf-bare, listening to tales of colorful fields that they had really only known covered in white. Even the gorse was beginning to bloom; Sunlitpaw was very used to picking thickets of just thorns and leaves. Flowers were a pleasant surprise that didn't bite them back. The gorse, however pretty it was with little yellow flowers, still nipped when Sunlitpaw tried to pull it. Well, there were much better and truthfully much prettier flowers to be found in the fields anyways. A break wasn't always a bad thing, and sometimes even encouraged, or so they'd been told. Whenever they had the opportunity now, they had spent a chunk of their free time carefully picking through flowers careful not to disturb their petals while nipping them at the stem.
Their muzzle was speckled in pollen and petals, gently grasping at the stems of half a dozen flowers they had carefully collected. Gentle pinks, vibrant purples, sun-bright yellows, some with a ring of petals so delicate Sunlitpaw was pretty sure she had more toes than the flower had petals. Others were flushed with petals, so thick they practically folded into themselves. Eyes as green as the burgeoning life around them scanned the outer wall of WindClan's camp, head held up to not bump even a single petal against the greening grasses as they walked.
A splotched coat caught their eye in the comings and goings of other WindClanners, and Sunlitpaw gently placed their flowers at their paws. "Scorchstreak," they call, a soft smile spreading their lips up. They quite liked the Lead Warrior - she was serious and said things straight, even if that wasn't always what Sunlitpaw wanted to hear. It was Scorchstreak that had told the apprentice to take some breaks, and Sunlitpaw intended on returning such a favor. They lift a grass-stained paw to gently motion at the flowers they'd collected, tilting their head lightly to the side. "I was planning on cleaning the graveyard now that the snow has started to melt. I... picked some flowers to put by the graves, now that they've grown." Words came almost scarily easy to Sunlitpaw in the company of Scorchstreak. "Care to help? I, ah, don't know flower languages but I just... picked what I thought was pretty for it, if you'd like any of them."
Their muzzle was speckled in pollen and petals, gently grasping at the stems of half a dozen flowers they had carefully collected. Gentle pinks, vibrant purples, sun-bright yellows, some with a ring of petals so delicate Sunlitpaw was pretty sure she had more toes than the flower had petals. Others were flushed with petals, so thick they practically folded into themselves. Eyes as green as the burgeoning life around them scanned the outer wall of WindClan's camp, head held up to not bump even a single petal against the greening grasses as they walked.
A splotched coat caught their eye in the comings and goings of other WindClanners, and Sunlitpaw gently placed their flowers at their paws. "Scorchstreak," they call, a soft smile spreading their lips up. They quite liked the Lead Warrior - she was serious and said things straight, even if that wasn't always what Sunlitpaw wanted to hear. It was Scorchstreak that had told the apprentice to take some breaks, and Sunlitpaw intended on returning such a favor. They lift a grass-stained paw to gently motion at the flowers they'd collected, tilting their head lightly to the side. "I was planning on cleaning the graveyard now that the snow has started to melt. I... picked some flowers to put by the graves, now that they've grown." Words came almost scarily easy to Sunlitpaw in the company of Scorchstreak. "Care to help? I, ah, don't know flower languages but I just... picked what I thought was pretty for it, if you'd like any of them."
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please wait for @SCORCHSTREAK :)
⊱✿⊰ Even the dead still need some love! Your character decides to gather up some wildflowers to decorate the graves of those who have passed. -
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₊ ⋆ * ⊹ ₊ ☾sunlitpaw
— they / she, 8 moon old moor-runner apprentice of windclan. mentored by foxglare
— a large yet timid chocolate tabby-tortoiseshell with spring green eyes
— sunstar x wolfsong, sibling to rivepaw, bearpaw, singedpaw, & featherpaw
— full length biography
— penned by izanami, contact on discord @nullmoons for plots or threads :)