[fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 450px; padding: 0px; font-size: 10px; line-height: 14px; text-align: justify]While not the most conventual or practical ideas Isena found the task of making such things to be enjoyable and kept their mind off the pain of their healing injuries. They couldn't quite remember how it was they had come to be inured in the first place, it was all a haze when they tried to recall what had happened, the only thing they remember was waking covered in bandages. Now their body ached as it healed but they were becoming used to it, though such isn't important right now, flower beards were.
Having spent a good portion of time gathering various flowers of various colours Isena had come to set themself in the center of the encampment, piles of fauna set all around, and before them bundles of said flower beards and crowns to match. Atop their own head sat a ring of daisies, rather clumsily made and seemingly ready to fall to pieces at any moment, but it was the other that was an odd sight. Tied to the fur of their neck another bunch of daisies, hugged their chin and jaw, or at least it was supposed to, it hung loosely for it had been hard tying the stems and fur to hold it in place.[/fancypost]
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[abbr=isena | undersized black smoke kitten, stuck permanetly | no current noticable scarring | son of no one | warrior of windclan | suffers from bouts of depression, adhd, migranes, and on occassion will faint without warning]information[/abbr] - battle - [abbr=time control, can not be controlled | formerly shape shifting and elemental control, both unable to be used as all other powers are inaccessible]abilities[/abbr] - biography - plot thread