WALKING ON SUNSHINE ♡ prompt, flowers

[PALEFIRE]

Leaf-bare was firmly upon them now, and the world around them was steadily turning dead and brown. The trees had lost their leaves and prey was scarce; the air had a sharp bite that made her fur stand on end. There wasn't much good or beautiful to be found in this time of year; it reminded her only of spending the harsh snowy months alone, wishing for the warmth and comfort of a mother and father she never knew. The first and only leaf-bare she'd known before this one had come when she was no more than a kitten, but it had been enough to leave her with a lingering distaste for the season.

But the last few moons had been kind to her and she was thriving thanks to the diligent care and guidance of her clan. She still struggled with not getting too glum when the days became shorter, but she was finding it easier to see the beauty in the small things. Today she had finished all her duties and had a small moment to herself, and she'd made exciting plans to spend the rest of her day lounging and enjoying what little sunlight there was to be found.

On her way out of the elders' den (which she'd spent the last hour cleaning), a flash of pale yellow caught the corner of her eye. The fluffy molly paused mid-step, ears twitching slightly as she did a double take. Was she seeing things? There, in the corner of camp, covered by the shadow of the thorn bushes, was a tiny yellow flower. Its leaves were slightly wilted and its color had faded, but something about it made her feel... brighter. It reminded her of the warmth of the sun during greenleaf.

A beaming smile lit up the apprentice's face and she bounded towards the small bundle of petals. With the utmost care she plucked the flower with her teeth and carried it eagerly back towards the warriors den, where she was hoping her mentor would be hanging out. Nightbird didn't normally strike her as the flower-loving type, but the lead warrior meant a lot to Palepaw and she wanted to brighten her day. The lilac she-cat tumbled towards the ebony-furred feline at a full sprint, practically tripping over her own paws in her excitement. "Nightbird!". She cried as she skid to a halt in front of her mentor, her voice muffled around the stem in her mouth. "Look what I found! Do ya want it?". Shining blue eyes blinked cheerfully up at the shadowy molly, glowing with expectation and admiration.

[surprise flower gift!! no need to wait for @nightbird <3]

 

[nightbird]

⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ palepaw was greeted with an almost shocked expression as she skidded to a halt in front of nightbird. the warrior had been relaxed, sitting outside the warrior's den and dragging her tongue over disheveled fur. she wasn't expecting to be bombarded, not in the slightest.

but, over came her apprentice exuberant as ever, even after spending so much time cleaning the elders den. a frail flower hung from pale jaws, how on earth did something so weak survive this long into leafbare? palepaw offered it to her, nightbird blinking in partial confusion. she very rarely received gifts, but wasn't torn up about it in the slightest. bits and bobs to clutter her nest just didn't really sound too appealing, especially flowers that would only dry and die, cling to her fur in fragments.

"i don't think i'd have much use for it," she explained, still rather stumped on what she was supposed to do with a withering sprout in the first place. perhaps someone else would come along and it would be the perfect addition to their nest or fur.

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  NIGHTBIRD ✩ she/her, lead warrior of thunderclan, twenty-nine moons.
  ⭃ a small black smoke molly with a single white paw and pale silver eyes.
  ⭃ mate to raccoonstripe / / mentor to palepaw
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ↛ see battle info here
  ⭃ penned by vayle ↛ @vayl3 on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[freckleflame]

freckleflame had never been gifted a flower. she’d never been gifted anything, really, now that she watches palepaw bound up to nightbird with a fading bloom flopping from her maw. she wasn’t a riverclanner — she didn’t hoard trinkets like they did, coming to the gathering all gaudy and bright with whatever they could stick into their fur. she blinks once ; it would be nice, though. as useless as it was, as small as it seemed amidst the exhaustion and hunger pangs of leafbare. the bloom is a brilliant splotch of brightness about the powdered ivory of snow all around them — a spot of warmth in the wake of such cold.

nightbird looks at it as if it had grown two heads, and freckleflame can’t help the chortle of laughter that erupts from her maw, giving her eavesdropping away where she lay a tail length away. i don’t think i’d have much use for it , ” yeah, ‘cus she’s already got soo many from raccoonstripe. she’s even starting to smell like a rose bush.. an improvement, i guess. “ she shoots a wicked grin nightbird’s way, hopes that palepaw’s feelings aren’t hurt by the smoke’s bluntness ; she leans to look at the bloom anyway, sniffing, ” it’s real pretty though. maybe shinepaw’d like it — he was always out pickin’ flowers. “ and there hadn’t been many, since the snowfall.

𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙼𝙰𝙺𝙴 𝙼𝙴 𝚂𝙼𝙸𝙻𝙴 -`☀︎´- 𝘗𝘓𝘌𝘈𝘚𝘌 𝘚𝘛𝘈𝘠 𝘍𝘖𝘙 𝘈 𝘞𝘏𝘐𝘓𝘌 𝘕𝘖𝘞

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  FRECKLEFLAME 𖦹 . LESBIAN, SINGLE. SMELLS LIKE SUN - WARMED OAK AND RICH, EARTHY MUSK. SEVENTEEN MOONS OLD. FRIEND & SISTER TO MANY! NAMED A WARRIOR OF THUNDERCLAN ON 8 / 3 / 2023. MENTORING COUGARPAW! PENNED BY ANTLERS --------------------------------------------
  
  f. she / her, daughter of sunfreckle and rabbitnose. large, fluffy cream - ribboned tortoiseshell with seaglass eyes. larger than life! every part of her is broad ; wide in everything from her face to shoulders to her feathered tail, something reminiscent of her father’s kittypet heritage in the square of her chin and hulk of her figure. she appears illusionarily fluff - ridden at first, thickly pelted in shades of fire and soot, long & tangled, knotted with undergrowth — seeming soft and pudgy, and she is.. that figure curving into hard, hidden bulk along heavyset flanks and well - muscled limbs. a characteristic lack of personal space leads her to a slouching, touchy posture, often inclined to lean or bump against her peers.
  

  prone to bouts of explosive emotion. all opinions are solely in - character and during these times, often untrue or said only in anger.

  
  

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[WHITELION]

make peace with your broken pieces .
︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

Nearing the gathered group, Whitelion observed the delicate piece with a curious rumble, golden hue crinkling in amusement at Nightbird’s reaction. A peculiar reaction to receiving a gift from those younger, something precious and far unseen since the weather’s harboring change to bitter hardships and numbing paw pads.

He chuckled, warm, blanket-sounding against the deep thunder within his chest, humming in agreement. “A beautiful gift, Palepaw.” His gaze slides toward Nightbird. “One of the last remnants of life before leafbare, but soon this land will spill with fragile life, perhaps this gift will be better suited elsewhere?” He spoke, tone blanket soft, mirth sprinkled within a lonely golden hue. “If given to Spiderlily, I’m certain he’ll make quite the flower crown with Shinepaw’s help.”​

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