Camp RiverClan Where Petals Fall, Hearts Rise // pine

[Littlebrook Littlebrook]

There's so much more
You can reclaim your crown
You're in control
Rid of the monsters inside your head

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She was tired, she wouldn't deny it. Her leg still ached, a dull throb pulsing with every step, but it was nothing compared to what she'd seen Adderfang endure... Or Pineheart for that matter. The battle had taken its toll on them all. Maybe that was why this gift felt a little overdue. But even if it was late, maybe it could still bring a bit of light. With a soft sigh, Brook padded to her nest and gently retrieved the flower crown she'd made. It wasn't perfect, not like Peachtrot's, but it held her care in every twist of vine and petal. Shades of deep blue, soft white, and muted lavender, she'd chosen them with Pineheart's pelt and eyes in mind. It suited him, she thought.

Quiet as a ripple on the river, she made her way to the medicine den, ears angled toward the familiar sound of his breathing. Her heart gave a flutter at the sight of him still resting. At least he was listening to Jinglemoon. " Pine…? " she called softly as she stepped inside, her voice a murmur just above the hush of the den. A light purr left her as she watched him. " I have something for you. " Lifting her head, she revealed the flower crown nestled gently between her teeth. She stepped forward, eyes never leaving his face.

" I made it… a while ago, with you in mind. I wasn't sure if.... Well…" She trailed off, flustered, but her paws didn't falter as she closed the distance and carefully placed the crown atop his head. " …I'm glad you're still here. " she finished in a whisper. It was impossible how much Pineheart could make her feel like a lovestruck k i t...

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[pineheart]

✦ He looks up when he hears footsteps and sees Brook coming towards him, a flower crown held in her maw. Blue, white, lavender… intricately woven. Long ago, he'd been gifted something similar by another cat. By Lily, his old mate. She was always fond of flowers, and wise in herb lore. When she was pregnant with their kits she'd spend much of her time making flower crowns, or bouquets, leaving them around their home as tokens to keep them safe and protected from the spirits she believed existed. It did not protect her from the dog nor its teeth. But… still… It feels almost like a sign. If anyone could reach out like this, it would be his Lily.

He can't help the smile that comes to his face, barely there, but sure nonetheless. She places it on his head carefully and speaks softly to him. For the moment, she is taller than him– he's lying curled up in his temporary nest, and she stands above him, like a guardian angel.

"Thank you, Brook," he says quietly, moving his ears and feeling the soft petals brush against them. "It's beautiful."

You're beautiful, he almost says– almost. The words stick in the back of his throat, unwilling to leave it's safety.

"I'm glad you're alive too," he says instead. "After all we've been through… neither of us should have a violent end. It's the least Starclan owes us, don't you think?" He stretches his paws out in front of him, teeth gritting at the pain in his side where Coalstrike had rammed into him. Jinglemoon told him he might've bruised a rib, and it sounds about right. He ignores it for now, looking back at Brook. "How are your injuries? I take it Jinglemoon has cleared you since you're out of here–" he gestures with his tail, wrinkling his nose at the sour herb smell permeating the place. "If you go on an herb patrol, won't you tell me about it…? I'm starting to get restless, but I'm trying to… well… let's say I'm trying to make a point of listening to Jinglemoon for a certain one-eared friend of ours."

haven't had a dream in a long time

see, the life i've had could make a good man go bad

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  PINE, - 50 moons / riverclan + warrior
  large brown tabby town
  mentor to Torrentpaw
  healing and peaceful powerplay allowed

 

[Littlebrook Littlebrook]

There's so much more
You can reclaim your crown
You're in control
Rid of the monsters inside your head

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A soft laugh slipped from her maw as Pineheart complimented the flower crown, her eyes briefly twinkling before she lowered her head, lids falling shut with a flicker of modesty. " I figured these petite paws of mine could do more than just strut about or claw someone's face off. " she teased gently, voice lilting with quiet humor. Her gaze drifted toward the entrance of the medicine den then, a faint crease forming on her brow. Things outside weren't going smoothly, she'd heard enough whispers, enough words from trusted friends. Adderfang was always passionate, but lately, he'd burned hotter than usual.

" …I think. " she murmured at last, turning back to Pineheart with something softer in her eyes. " I think we're owed that indeed, at least. From StarClan. " A light smile tugged at her lips before she let out another small laugh. " No, goodness no, I'm not quite free yet. Jinglemoon hasn't cleared me. But I don't think he'll be able to keep me cooped up much longer. If I take it easy on this shoulder, I should be fine. "

Her voice lowered, almost hesitant. " I just wanted to bring the crown. To… cheer you up. After everything. " After the ambush. After Adderfang's plunge. After the council meeting that spiraled into something it was never meant to be. Her eyes searched his face as he asked about the world beyond the den, that restlessness clear in the way he watched her, in the way he reached for news like sunlight through water. That ache of wanting to be out there again. Without thinking, she leaned in... Soft, instinctive, her cheek brushing against his before she caught herself and gently pulled away, clearing her throat.

" I can do that. " she said, a little breathless but smiling. " I'll tell you everything I see on patrol. Every little thing. " With that, she settled beside him, close enough to offer comfort, wrapping her tail neatly around herself as if she planned to stay a while.

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