Open Camp WindClan hope will grow ✿ — flower planting

[Meadowpaw]

{$title} Meadow and others return to camp after digging up flowers for a garden. TLDR is dirty stinky cats make camp pretty : )

Sitting in the dark waiting on the stars
Thinking through all the places that you've been

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The sun had begun to set, painting the sky in soft amber by the time they returned to camp. Her gait was uneven, more of a sway than a stride—jaws gently clamped around the stems of a freshly unearthed yellow flower. Dirt still clung to its roots, crumbling as it bobbed lightly with each step.

Behind her, a few other cats trailed close, each carrying their own bundle of blooms. The colors and shapes varied, but their mingled scents wove into an earthy bouquet that clung to their fur and sung faintly in the breeze. Meadow's is well past just dirty, dark soil caked to her paws and dusting her from nose to tail. She was tired and aching but there's no time to rest now.

As they padded into camp, Meadow slowed, her green eyes sweeping across the wide, wind-swept clearing they now called home. She hobbled a few more paces before easing down awkwardly, lowering the flower to the ground with as much care as she could manage. The roots were intact, carefully dug out with claws and much patience.

"I'd like to plant them here I think." The spot she'd chosen was easy to see, where the grass grew thick and green. She didn't know a lot about planting, but she knew flowers—not all of them of course, but a good amount. She knew how to tell them apart and where to find them. Not all would take to being uprooted and replanted, but some might. Meadow hoped they would bloom beautifully and bring some comfort for those who needed it, just as she did.

But before anything can be planted, there's more work. It's difficult to admit, but there's no way she can do it all alone. Or at least not unless she wanted to dig well into the night. "I hate to ask, but could someone please help me?" She casts a nervous glance over her shoulder. "Sorry..." After dragging them out to dig in the sun, she imagined the last thing anyone wanted to do was dig more. So, if no one wanted to, she would still plant the flowers anyway.

Meadow settles on her haunches, leaning slightly to one side as she begins to part the grass. Gradually, she scrapes the exposed dirt, claws curling through to make space for their flowers.

Anyone can have joined Meadow on her little expedition. Cats that didn't join the patrol can also be unaware of where they went and come to see what's going on. Those that went with her feel free to plant whatever you like!

Speech, thoughts/emphasis

8 MOONS

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WINDCLAN

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[Dustystar]

✪ Align my Heart, my Body, my Mind​

indentOnce again, Dustystar places her bundle of flowers down next to Meadowpaw's. She was grateful that her injuries had healed enough to allow her to leave camp to gather them. She didn't share Meadow's knowledge of plantlife, but she recognized some fuzzy-looking yellow flowers that her Meemaw had pointed out to her the last time they were in bloom. Gently, as not to damage the delicate roots, she had dug up the plant, hoping to bring it back to camp with her.

indent When Meadow sheepishly asks for help digging another hole, Dusty dutifully gets to work, clawing a shallow hole in the hard soil. There's no need to be delicate here. None of the roots need to be saved or preserved. She can just rake her claws upon the dirt, slicing and tearing whatever she comes across.

indent It reminds her of that day, a few moons ago, when they had dug tunnels in the snow together. It was only this past leafbare, but it seems like far longer ago than that, in her mind. Before the fire, and the losses, and the messages from the stars, Dusty had already considered herself a rather uptight cat. Now, though, she longs to be as carefree as she had been then, allowing herself to be caught up in play by Meadow's asking and Buck's teasing.

indentThere was hardly time for that anymore. Every day was a struggle to resettle, to gain their footing in this new home. Dustystar felt as if she was constantly on the move ever since she was healed enough to do so, as if her idle paws would be seen as a sign of her inability to lead. Even now, reminiscing on light-hearted days of the past, she works at the dirt with passion and fervor, as if she could will it into submission by showcasing her dedication to the work. Despite the hardened expression on her face, the soil remained hard and stalwart.

Dustystar - 26 moons - Windclan Leader