FIND A PLACE IN YOUR HEART | open, idea

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    Yep, here he goes. He had an idea and he wanted to voice it to all the world. Flicking his tail, he had stated running towards his mother's den at first, before being quite clumsy and falling over. After rolling on the ground once, the kitten who had basically face planted into the ground looked up and still wore that cheesy, cheerful smile of his even though he had roughed up and gotten dust all in his normally kept clean coat. [color=#885ead]"Mom, I have an idea, and it's like, really cool!"     He called out, looking around for Snowpaw. He didn't know who the heck the leader was, nor did he really care right now. He more trusted his mother with the idea, anyways.

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    He flicked his ears over towards Sweetpaw, staring at the kitsune for a curious moment before speaking up again. [color=#885ead]"A garden party thing! Like, who can grow the prettiest flower or plant sorta deal. No flower prints, because that would be cheeaaating!"     He stated happily in his cheerful tone of voice. [color=#885ead]"They wouldn't have to be herbs or stuff. They could be, maybe, I dunno! I just like the idea of a garden party! You could get all the plants together and it'd smell nice, and it'd be pretty!"     Oh, well, it seemed quite clear he liked plants- and that he didn't think this through. Hey, he had an idea and wanted to voice it instead of letting it sit around doing nothing.

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    But this idea sounded very interesting. The pale femme's ears perked with interest as she sauntered over to sit with her son and adoptive daughter. Wow, she had quite a few kids here now then, huh? Not as many as Clockwork yet though. "A garden party, hmm?" she asked, head cocked to one side. Of course she would like the idea, because she spent a great deal of her time in gardens. "I like that idea, it sounds fun."


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    [font=times new roman][sup][color=white]Mami couldn't help but overhear this idea-- it sounded right up Chamomiletea's aisle. She loved stuff like this: growing flowers, sipping tea, nibbling on dainty little cakes...
    [color=yellow]"That's a lovely idea!"     she purred, coming over.


    #chamamileteamoe