THE PRICE WE PAY FOR LOVE [flowers]

➴➴ Their apprentice has only just begun to recover in full, but Gravelsnap does not give Sheeppaw much of a break. They do not have the patience for any querulous behavior from the younger WindClanner, although they allow their gait to slow as they walk alongside Sheeppaw. They had never truly appreciated Sheeppaw enough, they think, before the boy had fallen ill. They had missed their younger counterpart, no matter how little they show it. Though perhaps they do show it in their own way, as they silently observe the moorland at their apprentice’s side.

These lands, windswept and once loaded with the beauty of springtime, have seen a harsher summer than the warrior has ever witnessed before. They can still recall the feeling of standing beside Periwinklebreeze, looking out across a territory suddenly conflagrant and unfriendly—it had been the first time the black-patched tom had ever felt ill at ease out on the moorland. They had been angry with their mate then, they remember, but they had not held it against Peri when they offered to help the other tom carry his kits to safety. Since Thriftfeather’s reappearance in camp, they have felt somewhat betrayed by their mate once again, but they are determined not to let it shatter the delicate thing between them. They owe him understanding. They owe him… perfect, they think, hazel eyes falling upon a small slice of beauty amongst the once fire-torn landscape.

Opalescent petals, pale as the snow-capped moorland in the dead of winter, curve about the flower’s face of xanthic dust. Even from a tail-length away, Gravelsnap anticipates the noxious scent of pollen floating throughout the air, invading their airways. Their nose wrinkles. Peri will love it.

Around the flower sprout a few more blooms, their colors shifting slightly between plain white and a lavender hue, and Gravelsnap looks across them with interest. "Help me pick these," they say to their apprentice, concise as always. Their voice holds little affection, but a smile crawls its way across their face. Sheeppaw reminds them a bit of Periwinklebreeze, so perhaps she will also enjoy the flowers. If nothing else, Sheeppaw can decorate her nest with the flowers that she picks. Without further explanation, Gravelsnap begins to pluck a couple of the blooms from the ground, holding their stems in his jaws with a soft grip.

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  • GRAVELSNAP ❯❯ they/he, moor runner of windclan
    average-sized black and white warrior who seems smaller than he is. speaks rarely and quietly.
    mate to periwinklebreeze ; sibling to slateheart
    mentoring sheeppaw ; formerly mentored thriftfeather
    peaceful and healing powerplay is allowed, but they hate physical contact & will lash out if not close friends / family
    penned by foxlore
 
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Standing beside his mentor feels a little... awkward now, since he recovered. It's been too long. He's almost a warrior, just barely there but he hasn't had much of "training" if you can call it that. Blue eyes are wide and all seeing as he trails them up at the moorland, his tail lifted high with a small wag.

He takes in the heather and dust scent into his nostrils. He is glad to be free from the boring, dull Badger sett, out and about running throughout the moors (as free as he could be that is). A brightening smile curls upon his maw as he glances at his mentor, with a tilt of his head. What are they doing here exactly?

A twitching of her tail, she follows the black-and-white patched feline's gaze to the flowers. She reallllly doesn't want pollen to evade her airways! Pollen straight up sucks! She blinks, looking her mentor with a small flick of her tail. "Alriiiighty!" She draws out, with a blink. The black smoke turns her attention to the different colored hues of flowers near. She likes flowers, they're pretty. With a twitch of her whiskers, she moves forward to paw at one of the flowers. He bends his head down to snip off the stem to a random white flower, carrying it in his jaws before dropping it to the ground, to collect more of different colored flowers.

Sheeppaw pauses in his collecting, his nose scrunches up. The tom's messy coat was bristling before he lets out a sneeze. Ack–! He shakes his head, lifting a charcoal - dusted to rub at his nose. "Bleh... Pollen"
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  • ( HEY! WHATCHA GOT? ) ˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ SHEEPPAW. ╱ windclan apprentice.
    amab ; HE / SHE ; not opposed to gendered terms
    ⸝⸝ CURRENTLY 10 MOONS OLD. AGES EVERY 29TH.
    undecided / not actively looking / open to puppy-crushes
    a lanky, longhaired black smoke with high white and blue eyes
    thoughts ; "Speech, B9D6F2" ; attacks only
    may powerplay minor harm ╱ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted
    smells like night air & windblown heather
    — all opinions are ic

    biography / @ on discord for plots
    — penned by calzone