- Sep 20, 2022
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☁ Roses. Sharpeye had been patrolling out near the twolegplace when he had come across the delicate looking red flowers tied neatly together with a piece of twine. The aroma that drifted up to meet him was a pleasant one, almost soothing. Though he couldn't help but ponder as to why they were there in the first place. Little did he know that they had come to be there because of a love rejected. A heartbroken twoleg had abandoned the bouquet out in the woods along with the scattered essence of his broken heart. Sharpeye would never come to know this.
The tom made the decision to take the bundle back to the camp so others could marvel at the elegant flowers, maybe even to share them out as a gift to help brighten the camp. It wasn't an easy feat for the small tom, but he managed... perhaps with a few bruised petals and some cuts to his lips thanks to the sharp thorns. He deposited the bundle in the middle of the camp before nudging them apart into an even spread so each one would be easier to take. "Would anyone like a pretty flower?" He queried, sounding somewhat unsure about what he was doing. Exchanging flowers, that's what romantic cats did, right? Sharpeye could already feel his ears heating up a little at the thought. Slowly he bent his head down and he picked up one of the roses by the stem in his mouth and he began to look around, as if seeking someone to give it to.
The tom made the decision to take the bundle back to the camp so others could marvel at the elegant flowers, maybe even to share them out as a gift to help brighten the camp. It wasn't an easy feat for the small tom, but he managed... perhaps with a few bruised petals and some cuts to his lips thanks to the sharp thorns. He deposited the bundle in the middle of the camp before nudging them apart into an even spread so each one would be easier to take. "Would anyone like a pretty flower?" He queried, sounding somewhat unsure about what he was doing. Exchanging flowers, that's what romantic cats did, right? Sharpeye could already feel his ears heating up a little at the thought. Slowly he bent his head down and he picked up one of the roses by the stem in his mouth and he began to look around, as if seeking someone to give it to.