Once again, Littlepaw found himself enjoying the weekly task he'd been given. He'd only been instructed to give out red or yellow flowers to everyone, but that hadn't been enough for the apprentice. It took him a while to find enough flowers for the project; the yellows of flowers were always too harsh and bright for his eyes, so he was limited to anything red - but, at long last, he had enough.
When he'd been only a kit, his sister had taught him how to weave together flowers using some flowers mistakenly picked under the assumption of having medicinal value. They hadn't been, but she didn't tell off the person who'd brought them in, deciding to use them instead to make crowns for herself and her little brother. He'd worn his until the flowers were finally too brown and crinkly to look or feel nice anymore, but it left fond memories in his mind.
And so, remembering her instructions, he made a few flower crowns, and set them aside. Smaller wrist and tail bands were also added to the pile, and, finally, he added more, unwoven flowers to the pile as well, just in case someone didn't want to wear their flowers, or he ran out of flower crowns.
With the setup finished, he dragged the pile to the camp, and, upon arriving, called out. [color=#537ca6]"Hey! Flowers for everyone, here! And flower crowns, and other things!"
