Red Like Roses [Open; Weekly Task]

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  • 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!"

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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 320px; height: auto; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; color: white; margin-bottom: -5px]Flower crowns were always nice! The pup was excited for such acts, and bounding over, the head Paladin offered a bright smile. I'll have a flower crown! And maybe a few flowers! They called, beaming.[/fancypost]

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  • Frisk's excitement added to Littlepaw's own; he was always happy when things he did made others happy, as well. He very cheerfully tossed a flower crown onto their head, carefully working it around their antlers, before nudging a few more flowers towards them. [color=#537ca6]"Here you are! Enjoy them!"

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    Oh if there was anything that Lucina loved more than life itself it was flowers. Especially daisies. She could remember being young when the flowers were still in bloom, and she would braid them into her fur. Ah how she had missed flowers. "Where did you find all of these flowers, Littlepaw? They're beautiful!"


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; text-align: center; letter-spacing: -2px; margin-top: -37px;]Nymeria [/fancypost]
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 455px; text-align: justify;]Nym was a sucker for flowers. They smelled delightful, a world away from her usual bloodied scent, and their colours she could stare at for hours. Suffice to say, the flora did not grow commonly in the North where her pack had dwelled- where they did dwell. Every so often, when her father left on his trips to the southern regions, he would return with some flowers for Ashara, her and Sansa. It was what she looked forward to, every time he left. Here they were near everywhere but her fascination had not diminished.


    Of course, she would not display such an awe of the greenery to her clanmates here. Her pride simply would not allow it; she had not even told Feliks nor Bal of her passion for the petal-adorned plants. Despite this, she crept forwards anyhow with apparent nonchalance dousing her features in slight disinterest.


    [b]"What types of flowers are they?" They were incredibly pretty, she would give them that, but they were no bluebells. Bluebells were not much to look at but Nym reserved them as her favourite, anyhow. As for flower crowns, what was not to like about them? But, put one on or even seen making one would stimulate years of unadulterated teasing from Feliks and Balerion both. Perhaps the others in the clan too, if they were feeling bold enough though she would serve them her usual snarl, if they dared.


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  • "Ah - I had to go searching quite a bit for them; they're mostly just scattered patches..." [color=#a1bcd7]the apprentice admitted, smiling at Lucina.[color=#537ca6] "If you want, I can help you find a patch, if you want more..."


    [color=#a1bcd7]Littlepaw shrugged at Nymeria, uncertain.[color=#537ca6] "Lots of kinds, probably - I'm not the best at telling them apart... All I know was they had to be red, or yellow, bu I have more reds than yellows here."


    [color=#a1bcd7]He knew nothing of the teasing she'd endure, or anything of the sort, so he gestured towards the pile with a paw.[color=#537ca6] "Want any?"

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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 320px; height: auto; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; color: white; margin-bottom: -5px]Oh! Thank you! They chirped, especially pleased that he minded the antlers -- they were still questioning when they got those, though -- and, offering a bright, excited smile, they adjusted the flower crown just a bit to fit snugly, before deciding to cheerily hang onto the flowers and watch Littlepaw give flowers and the such away.[/fancypost]

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    Flower crowns. Who had been the last person to give those out? He couldn't recall, but it made his heart ache. Mostly because he didn't know who these people were anymore. This place had changed, and it was alright, it was, but it felt strange. The feline blinked pale green eyes, uncharacteristically speechless. "Could I have a flower crown?"
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    General Information


      [li]Arcade Gannon[/li]
      [li]26 months old[/li]
      [li]Member of BoneClan[/li]
      [li]Member of BlizzardClan

        [li]Ex-medic of BlizzardClan[/li]

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      [li]Homosexual; Single[/li]


    Physical Characteristics


      [li][CURRENT] Cream lion with pale green eyes[/li]
      [li]Cream cameo with pale green eyes and white wings[/li]


    Personality Characteristics


      [li]Sarcastic[/li]
      [li]Pessimistic[/li]
      [li]Worrier[/li]
      [li]Gentle[/li]


    Current Notes


      [li]Struggling with guilt[/li]
      [li]Generally vulnerable[/li]


    Confrontation Notes


      [li]Moderate[/li]
      [li]Tenacious[/li]
      [li]Teleportation[/li]
      [li]Give/take pain[/li]
      [li]Shapeshifting[/li]
      [li]Attack in bold white[/li]

  • "Not a problem!"[color=#a1bcd7] Littlepaw responded, just as cheerily, smiling widely back at Frisk before turning to the new arrival. [color=#537ca6]"Sure," [color=#a1bcd7]he said, just a bit more hesitantly, placing the flowercrown on the feline's head just as gently as before.


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    [size=8][color=#ECDBBC]"W-Wow.." Tama would breathe, as she approached, gaze captivated by Little's creations. "They're very pretty!" She'd compliment, before sitting down with a vivacious 'plonk', by Arcade. Her own heart waned a little, the memories clearly taking their toll, but these people were good people; good friends. Littlepaw was someone she didn't seem to know much about, but admired him for his friendliness. Frisk was.. Well, they'd been there for a while, and their meaning to Tama was large. Nym was someone she could have faith in and trust, whilst Lucina had proven herself to be one of the newer members whom Tama had grown fond of. They weren't Riddler, Matty, Mami, Snowpaw, or the like.. But they were still friends to Tama, nevertheless. They'd probably take a liking to the former medic if they were to get to know eachother; Tama was sure of it.

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    "Th-those are very b-beautiful," Ocean commented, taking a flower bracelet for himself. "I-it must have t-taken a lot of work to m-make these."



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  • Littlepaw flushed red under his fur at Tama's compliment. There was something very nice about being noticed and told he had done a good job.[color=#537ca6] "Thank you," [color=#a1bcd7]he said, smiling up at her, before patting the pile with his paw.[color=#537ca6] "Would you like one?"


    [color=#a1bcd7]The small apprentice giggled at Oceankit, thought there wasn't any malice in it. [color=#537ca6]"It did, kind of, between having to find all the flowers and then making the crowns... but I think, if you really enjoy doing something, it makes things feel a little less like work, and more like fun! And I really do love to make flowercrowns."

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    [size=8][color=#ECDBBC]"No problem!" Tama liked to put in praise when people deserved it, and even if flower crowns weren't a specifically necessary thing, she still found them as an important fraction of the social culture they had built here. As she was offered one, she'd give an excited nod, parting her delicate lips to speak. "Yes please!" Ah, she happened to wonder as to whether he had any chamomile crowns, but honestly, she would feel beholden with any of Little's flowercrowns; each looked so carefully constructed, and their fragility made you wish to treat each with as much caution as one would with a small bird.

  • Unfortunately, his instructions had only included yellow and red flowers; chamomile, while yellow at the center, probably counted as white. Nevertheless, he picked up one of his crowns and gently placed it on Tama's head, smiling; with her white fur, flowers of any color looked quite brilliant. [color=#537ca6]"There you go," [color=#a1bcd7]he said, with a smile. [color=#537ca6]"Thank you again, though!"


    [color=#a1bcd7]Where he'd come from, there probably wouldn't have been this kind of thanks.

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    [size=7pt][font=verdana]EVEN IF WE CAN'T FIND HEAVEN
    I'LL WALK THROUGH HELL WITH YOU[/fancypost]
    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 450px; text-align: justify; height: auto; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 130%; margin-top: -8px][hr]Patches of flowers still existed even in this dreary weather? Well it certainly sounded hopeful, and Lucina had missed romping through flower beds pulling up daisies and knotting them into her fur. It was an odd thing to do, sure, but hey, she had to have her fun, right? "Really? Yeah that'd be great!"


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