( i might be young // private; septembercub )

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; width: 420px; text-align: justify][size=8]Flowerpaw was, at the moment, somewhat occupied with doing something that she'd long ago discovered required quite a bit of focus and precision. Admittedly, not many people would be all that interested in what she was doing, as it seemed so tedious, but she believed the payment was splendid. Now, though, she wasn't concerned about their opinion on the activity, finishing threading the stems through the verdant circular wire and placing it down to admire the new, pearly ivory and deep maroon flower crown she'd created. Now, as she had her own consisting of fading purple, light blue, and pale yellow, what was she to do this one? Perhaps a gift to one of her clanmates!

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; width: 420px; text-align: justify][size=8]The debate immediately started on tucking it away and declaring it nothing, as it was an immediate instinct for plenty of them including her. But she took only a second before turning in disclosure of her lovely, freshly crafted garment. "Hello! And, this? A flower crown," She'd say, carefully lifting up the paw-made accessory. It was quite nice, very neat, for she had much experience in the making of the things. After a series of brief moments passed, she wore a smile, offering kindly, "Would you like to try it on, dear?"

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; width: 420px; text-align: justify][size=8]The former statement brought about a giggle, charmed with the lovely jingle of amusement. As she further spoke, Flowerpaw blinked in surprise. She wouldn't care if the other broke it; it would be fine with her. She could either fix it or make another. "That's quite alright," Flowerpaw assured truthfully, leaning forward and placing the crown within reaching distance. "Of course, you aren't required to wear it," Of course. "A mere offer of trying it on, or having it if you'd like."

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; width: 420px; text-align: justify][size=8]oho, perhaps it is

At first, she gave a mere few nods and a smile, watching as Seppy put it on. It looked nice, really. The colors could've been so much better chosen, but it really wasn't terrible, or even bad at all. It was.. Just nice. That was just from her own mental buds of taste, though, glad to hear the cub found it to be pretty and even more relieved that it fit so well. At her ending words, though, Flowerpaw repeated her previous actions, with a set of blinks out of surprise. "Well," She began, not positive on what to say. Eventually, she continued with a smile, "I find myself glad, then. Especially since it fits you so nicely." Both of which were true.

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; width: 470px; text-align: justify][size=8]There were plenty of questions, there. Flowerpaw supposed she might as well appease them best she could, thus produced intake of a deep breath, before releasing it and beginning gradually. "Well, I was born as what you would call a kittypet," True, true. "I was.. An only pet, I suppose you'd say. There were no parents and no siblings, which I assume was custom, aside from the parent ordeal. I lived with no other living creature aside from humans."

"Occasionally, they'd take me on walks, or even allow me time to roam on the porch. There would be passing dogs and cats, only the two types of animals, but I never really socialized all that much. I was well taken care of, however. Every day, I would simply relax about the house; they would sometimes buy special items that I figured out how to play with, so I'd do just that often. Sometimes I'd be given very uncomfortable baths, or the small two-legs -- or humans -- would visit and pet me with sticky fingers. Very unpleasant." There was a chuckle at the memory, and her words were spoken gradually.

"Eventually, when I turned five months, I decided I would wander off after they'd put me on porch, so I did such." Flowerpaw's voice held no regret.

Well, this was a boring story, honestly. She'd just lived a boring life, right? Pausing for a moment, she continued with a sort of faint shrug that was quite subtle. "And I was lost in the woods, blah blah blah," Just a bit of humor to show she found the story just as boring as the hyper Septembercub might have. "Eventually, I turned eight moons and learned to make flower crowns and other cute little items. I spent some of my time doing that, alongside poorly hunting and the occasional forced fight with a loner-- which never really resulted in any scars and always a flee from one of us. But I decided I was lonely, and wanted friends, so at nine months I found the Solarclan border and that's where I picked up on my life here." Wow, okay. What a loser, right? "I'll admit, it isn't as interesting as other stories you can find."

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; width: 420px; text-align: justify][size=8]Giving a slight shrug, she responded, "Not to the point of being homesick. It would be nice to visit them again and all." Lips curled into a slight small, she went on to say, "I supposed I've talked enough. How was your life, before Solarclan, if at all? And, you know, referral to the questions you've asked of me," She chuckled a bit, looking forward to hearing it.