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[flowercloud]

{$title} Prior to dog attack, roses death. Please wait for Teasel and Crow to post!

Shed fallen into a hole lately, her body moved, yet her breath was stripped. The light in her eyes dim, but there- her voice soft and sweet, though quiet. It was as if each step was sending her tumbling back into the water, her gasping for air quietly succumbing in the background.

For the first time since I was little, I'm not okay. And I sit here, every day- acting like the world's not kicking me down! her words to Duskpool, burned in the back of her throat, scarring it. She wasn't one to admit that. the real answer is no. I haven't been okay for months. And I sucked it down, pretended everything was *fine*. her gaze had turned from him, green gaze dim in the darkness of the med den, leg splayed awkwardly underneath her.

Crowsight ain't nothin' more than a foxhearted coward. it broke her heart more than it should've have, what he did. What Hawkstar saw fit of her actions. But Flowercloud continued upon healing, her routine that had fallen short a bit. Her working turning into more work, her paws sore as she stepped through the soft grass- but it wasn't nothin she wasn't already used to. Don't go losin' hope now, ya hear? she couldn't. She wasn't a quitter, she'd continue despite every breath hurting, and every muscle in her body yelling that she needed to stop. Givin' 'em time and remindin' 'em that yer gonna be there, no matter what they toss at ya is more than those kids could ask for.

what could she do without her brother, giving her a shoulder when she was sure he suffered more than she knew. Than he'd let on. She'd continue, pushing forward, maw wrapped in bundles of flowers. Pushing through the camp entrance with Crowpaw and Teaselfeather behind her.

reds, blues, violet- colours arranged neatly in front of her, vines and other oddities neatly arranged in lines before the warrior. throughout the morning, Teaselfeather crowpaw and herself had searched far and wide to find the best flowers for crowns to build together and place on their precious heads. And of course they had plenty more for others to build their own! Things like this she wasn't good at simply leaving others out. Anyone could have their own crown to lay on their heads, and colours that they could choose. It was the perfect season to do so, at least.

"Teaselfeather, Crowpaw, what do you think of making one for your brother and sister?" She asked softly, a low soft melody of a hum as she carefully connected an orange flower to the vine. A gift for them, she thinks. It had been a bit- and she still had to congratulate them on their new names. Perfect idea to start a conversation, she thought. Well, she hoped. Their distance in their relationship was an injury, one that stained her heart and ripped it to shreds, but, a soft inhale, and she could somewhat pretend everything was okay.

@Teaselfeather @Crowpaw
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[Teaselfeather Teaselfeather]

TEASELFEATHER

Over hill, over dale, through the valley and vale do not weep, do not wail, I am coming home to you

A soft mrrrp slipped from Teaselfeather as they settled among the scattered blooms, their mismatched gaze warm and distant, caught in the gentle chaos of color around them. Petals brushed their paws, vivid reds and yellows, cool violets and soft blues, so many choices, so many ways to speak without saying a word. They smiled faintly. The kind of smile that bloomed slowly, like morning light through clouds. Warm colors... yes, those would suit Rosebelly well. A proud blaze of marigolds and fireflowers across his crown. He hopefully would like that, always burning brighter than the rest of them, even when his fire could be sharp and hard to hold close. And Cygnetscratch, cooler colors. Soft blues, white violets, pale heather... colors that reminded them of rivers in shadow and wind over grass. Teaselfeather could see it in their mind: gentler, quieter, but no less beautiful.

They weren't particularly gifted at weaving, paws not always as deft as their thoughts. But they would try. Because this was something sacred. Something shared. They were here. With Crowpaw, with Flowercloud... And even if Lavenderpaw wasn't, not anymore.... And even if Cygnetscratch and Rosebelly had grown tangled in their silence and hurt... They were still together. And maybe that could mean something. Maybe, in time, that could be healed.

" I think that is a fine idea... " they murmured, their voice the hush of wind through leaves. A soft smile touched their face as they looked to their mother. They leaned forward, nosing a collection of golden and crimson blossoms closer. " These, for Rose…? And maybe… " they mused, their paw drifting lightly to a cluster of cooler flowers. " These, for Cygnet. "

Their gaze fell then, thoughtful, to a smaller bloom nestled between the others. A single sprig of lavender, soft and nearly hidden. One they would save. For another crown. One they would place gently at the border one day… where the wild grasses whispered and the stars hung low. For Lavenderpaw. They didn't speak it aloud. Some griefs did not need a voice. But the flower, like all the others, would say enough.

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