Hello and welcome to Purrgatory! We are an 18+ Warrior Cat Roleplay set in an AU where the clans were unable to leave the forest territories and perished!
It has been 100 or more years since then, the clans of the forest are but distant memories to any cats still alive, stories passed down to kits of strangely named wild warriors and leaders with nine lives but the time of the clans is upon us once more and the stars shine yet again.
Redveil ignored the fluttering in his chest as he gave his pelt one final sweep, dragging a pink tongue across the last stubborn speck of dust clinging to his chest fur. That should do it. A twinge of guilt crawled up at cutting his earlier duties short, but this was important. A certain tom had been on his mind all day. He would make it up to them later. Someone who deserved a gestures of softness and care. Not because it meant anything. Of course not. Just an easy gift of thank you.
His coat now carefully pressed, even the ebony tips of his paws looking neatly rounded. Casting a glance to his right, where the small flower rested, protected in the tall grasses. A pale yellow bloom with a white streak, cradled like something precious. I hope he likes flowers. I know I do. The nerves returned, buzzing just under his skin. Rolling his eyes at himself, he exhaled sharply.
This will be to the point and formal. Just give it to him and go.
With delicate care, he lifted the flower between his teeth, mindful not to crush its stem. Their scruffy tail tip trailed low behind him as Redveil slipped back into camp, the hum of late evening life. The sun yielded to twilight, casting long pale lines through the clearing. Cats were gathering for evening meals, swapping stories and settling in.
Oh. There he is. Bright and charming as his name, standing just to the left, chatting easily with a departing warrior. Redveil's breath hitched. For a moment, he felt his legs go soft. Noting the awful publicity of his gift.
I hope he isn't too busy. Maybe I should wait? His heart kicked to life like a frightened rabbit.
Paws moved before his courage could flee, silent but steady. Fortunately, they were just far enough from the background of cats and maybe he could avoid too much attention. Dipping his angular head in greeting, unable to speak for fear of damaging the fragile gift held between pale lips. Scooting forward, he leaned up, stretching to meet Goldenroar's height as he offered the flower directly. Neck strained, legs wobbly, brown eyes flashing silent urgency.
Underneath the quiet sharp wit and pride, the tuxedo tom simply hoped the other would accept his kindness. All that mattered was that Goldenroar saw the flower. Ironically, a bit of dirt still clung to the top of his head, unnoticed in all his frantic grooming. He very much could have set the bloom at Goldenroar's paws, but Redveil's brain went uncharacteristically quiet. Know how or thoughts drowning at the millions of ways he could of done it right.
OOC: Please wait for Goldy! Happens a bit after the flower planting thread and trying his best at giving a very 'platonic' flower to @GOLDENROAR
His coat now carefully pressed, even the ebony tips of his paws looking neatly rounded. Casting a glance to his right, where the small flower rested, protected in the tall grasses. A pale yellow bloom with a white streak, cradled like something precious. I hope he likes flowers. I know I do. The nerves returned, buzzing just under his skin. Rolling his eyes at himself, he exhaled sharply.
This will be to the point and formal. Just give it to him and go.
With delicate care, he lifted the flower between his teeth, mindful not to crush its stem. Their scruffy tail tip trailed low behind him as Redveil slipped back into camp, the hum of late evening life. The sun yielded to twilight, casting long pale lines through the clearing. Cats were gathering for evening meals, swapping stories and settling in.
Oh. There he is. Bright and charming as his name, standing just to the left, chatting easily with a departing warrior. Redveil's breath hitched. For a moment, he felt his legs go soft. Noting the awful publicity of his gift.
I hope he isn't too busy. Maybe I should wait? His heart kicked to life like a frightened rabbit.
Paws moved before his courage could flee, silent but steady. Fortunately, they were just far enough from the background of cats and maybe he could avoid too much attention. Dipping his angular head in greeting, unable to speak for fear of damaging the fragile gift held between pale lips. Scooting forward, he leaned up, stretching to meet Goldenroar's height as he offered the flower directly. Neck strained, legs wobbly, brown eyes flashing silent urgency.
Underneath the quiet sharp wit and pride, the tuxedo tom simply hoped the other would accept his kindness. All that mattered was that Goldenroar saw the flower. Ironically, a bit of dirt still clung to the top of his head, unnoticed in all his frantic grooming. He very much could have set the bloom at Goldenroar's paws, but Redveil's brain went uncharacteristically quiet. Know how or thoughts drowning at the millions of ways he could of done it right.
OOC: Please wait for Goldy! Happens a bit after the flower planting thread and trying his best at giving a very 'platonic' flower to @GOLDENROAR