Camp WindClan where does your garden grow ✿ — cloverpaw

[Meadowpaw]

Soft light spilled gently across camp, a cool breeze ruffling her fur as she crouched beside the garden. She studied the dew still clinging to the flower petals, not yet chased away by the warming sun. The blooms looked healthy, their bright faces turning toward the sky, and even the tender green shoots she'd coaxed from the soil were beginning to stand a little taller in the glow of greenleaf.

Meadowpaw hummed quietly to herself—a habit she'd picked up from Ragwort without even realizing. The sweet wordless melody fluttering by under the rustling of the leaves. With careful paws, she plucked away browned petals and checked the soil for moisture. It was already starting to dry, so she made a mental note to soak some moss before the sun climbed too high.

Under Gladebloom's guidance, she'd begun planting herbs, too. Feverfew and lavender had been the first—timid, slow to thrive after being replanted, but she encouraged them each day with plenty of water and encouragement. Their mingling scents joined the early breeze, soothing.

Coming out like this was her favorite part of the day. The garden was quiet company, not just full of flowers but memory... healing. Some of the flowers were planted for those they missed, and others were simply for the living. She hoped it helped others as much as it did her.

She leaned in to check a sprig of marigold when the sound of pawsteps alerted her. Meadowpaw lifted her head, green eyes brightening as they landed on a familiar flame-colored pelt. "Oh—good morning, Cloverpaw." A smile blooms on her face. "Did you just wake up?"

______________I believe that there is a courage ✿ but its burnin' like ash in the wind_____________

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• Meadow she/her & windclan
  ✿ Three-legged black and red tortoiseshell with green eyes.
  ✿ A light crisp-sounding voice
  ✿ Loves flowers and always has some woven into her fur
  ✿ Peaceful and healing powerplay permitted. All others DM.
  ✿ Fur smells floral and mildly sweet.
  
  
  penned by Scarlet​

 

[Cloverpaw Cloverpaw]

The flower garden was a nice idea... a nice memorial and a nice place to spend some time. Cloverpaw thought as she wandered closer to the collection of shoots and blooms. She found herself there somewhat often, whenever she had the time. It was bittersweet every time, knowing exactly who was often on her mind when she squeezed out a moss ball onto a patch of flowers. In all the chaos of forming a clan, she still hadn't quite given herself the time to think about how things had been with her mother - how everything had ended, how her father had just disappeared after the fire... Lots of unfinished familial business she thought about.

So much so that even the brief time she'd spent wandering through the flower garden had blocked out her awareness of another cat's presence entirely until she heard Meadowpaw speak. She nodded in response to the tortoiseshell's question, looking over at the plant she was inspecting. "The flowers are lookin' real nice, and I see new ones every time I come to look." Now, whether they were just pretty flowers or herbs for the medicine den, she could never tell - and she admittedly wasn't the best at recognizing them outside of a few favorites she knew well.

__________way down deep inside ✿ there is a real me___________

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• Cloverpaw she/her & windclan
  ✿ lh red lynx mink w/ white spotting
  ✿ 11 moons
  ✿ Peaceful and healing powerplay permitted.
  ✿ Slight southern accent
  
  
  penned by pastelskulls
  template by scarlet
  template art by lassie​