- Jun 7, 2022
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✵ ღ ☾ IT TOOK ME BY SURPRISE - She still aches from the battering of Windclans raid, a harsh reminder that everything was still raw. The grief, the pain- even with the not so comforting thought that they were lucky to have only suffered one casualty.
Riverclan was breaking, chipping away and losing pieces of itself.
Melancholy thoughts flicker in her mind one after the other as soft pre-dawn light spills it’s milky light through the entrance of the still half-broken down warriors den.
Until, that is, something stirs from beside her nest. Bitter eyes flutter over to the sleeping form of Lilybloom, the molly that had been consuming her thoughts this last quarter moon, the one she had pined after for so long.
The pining was over now, although the bliss was painfully short lived before moorland rats had come crashing through their temporary camp.
The majority of the clan hasn’t even awoken yet, meaning Lakemoon had some free time on her paws. Time to do something for the only piece of light in her life at the moment.
She’s up and out in only a couple of heartbeats after the idea struck her. She couldn’t give Lilybloom nearly anything she deserved in a materialistic sense- but the blue warrior could try.
And hour later, and a jaw cramping from carrying around the small bundle of barely bloomed flowers, she makes her way back into camp, careful to avoid Lilybloom before she’s ready to give her the carefully thought over gift.
The bouquet was nothing special, as they were still riding out early newleaf, but Lakemoon could only pray to the sleeping stars that the pretty brindled warrior would like it. Small fern leaves marked the outer part of the bundle, the inside filled with half-opened blossoms in a variety of colors, and in the center a beautiful yellow blossom Lilybloom was bound to recognize.
She seeks out her mate, sudden nerves sparking in her paw pads as she draws closer. Lilybloom has her back turned to her, and hesitantly Lakemoon catches her attention by tapping against her back heel.
When Lilybloom would turn, and the moment Lakemoon was cast under those enchanting green eyes, she’d swallow nervously, placing the bouquet at her mottled paws.
❝ These flowers are.. for you, because you’re- erm, you’re my flower. ❞ An unseen sight to any onlookers, Lakemoon tripping over her words. Quite obviously out of her element, she finishes her choppy but genuine statement with a sheepish smile, all she was able to muster against her cheekbones, which were ablaze. Stars… am I actually making a fool of myself? She thinks critically. Shes worth it.
[ @LILYBLOOM. but feel free to reply before !]
❝ Speech. ❞
THE HATRED IN HER EYES