SHARKBAIT OOH HA HA — open; flower crowns

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    [justify]The female surrounded herself with all sorts of flora as she stood in the middle of the main ShadowClan camp. Lillies, pine needles, grass, sunflowers, and all sorts of plants were scattered about the clearing as she surveyed her work, pride gleaming in her eyes. "Hey, let's make some flower crowns!" The jaguar shouted as she sat down, grabbing a pawful of grass and sage to start her accessory.[/justify]


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    "With respect..." The droid approached the small gathering, having just locating the camp, he looked to the leader of the clan, "You must be Spanishlullaby. My greetings, to you, I'm new to this culture." His robotic eye blinked in observation as he tilted his head in an interested, yet polite way.
    "What sort of ritual is this?" DV-3 almost stared at the various organic items strewn about.

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    Finally, an activity Himmy loved! With a rare, full grin on her maw, she bounded over. "Yes! I love doing flower crowns!" She immediately went for a sunflower, smiling at Temari.
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    [justify]"A dark and demonic ritual that involves ripping out living organisms from their home to weave them together and wear it like a crown." The female said sarcastically to DV-3 as she placed her completed flower crown on her skull, pride gleaming in her azure eyes. "Nah, just kidding," Temari mewed before stopping "well, actually it is like that minus the dark and demonic ritual part," the jaguar joked as she picked up a handful of pine needles and a rose.


    "Hey guys, how about we make a giant flower chain and string it up throughout the camp," the feline suggested as she took off her flower crown to place it on Superbad's head.[/justify]


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    "One question, can I burn them afterwards?" He kid asked as he made his way over. He hated these things and they died anyway so why keep them. He shrugged as he sat down and started to pull the petals off of a flower as he waited for his answer.
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    [size=7pt][font=verdana]IN TOO DEEP AND LOST IN TIME, WHY'D YOU HAVE TO GO AND LET IT DIE?
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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 450px; text-align: justify; height: auto; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 130%; margin-top: -8px][hr]Flower crowns, though useless, held a special place in Setekh's heart. He'd picked cactus blooms and made them with Osiris when they were little, and to cheer him up, Osi would pretend they were the kings of the world. The memory brought a small smile to his face, and padding up by Radio, he nudged the other kid softly with a giggle, thinking he was joking. "No, silly. Just wear them." the jarl murmured before reaching forward to begin making one for the neon tom. His paws were shaking slightly, but finally he crafted one with a few assorted roses, along with different vines and leaves for green accents. After all, Radio was really... Green. Offering a shy smile, he placed the crown on the thane's head, sitting back and letting his smile grow. "It looks good on you." he murmured before turning away to make his own, fumbling with the flowers slightly with his smaller paws, though he trekked onward with the accessory. He wasn't giving up.



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    His ears twitched as he heard Set tell him just to wear them. He almost wanted to snap but this was Set and lately the other had been making him feel some type of way. He couldn't be mad at the guy and he allowed his shoulders to relax just a bit. A smirk curved his glowing maw and when a green crown was placed on his head made by the sha he swallowed hard. Now he was gonna look dorky but at the same time he wasn't about to throw it away....ever. Even if the flowers wilted and died. Darn it Set. "T...Thanks Set." He weakly spoke before he attempted to lean against the other even if he couldn't feel the warmth of his body. He wanted to get a bit of rest because he was still tired.
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    "How intricate." Divenire crouched down in front of a small sprout, analyzing it, before picking it up with his probe and letting it sit onto his metal capped head.
    "Humans back on my planet were not quite like the ones here. Humans native to this land decorate themselves a lot like you. Where I come from, things are rather... finite. Even a motor like me needs some mental stimulation, I guess."
    He wasn't sure if anyone was listening to him as he spoke at particularly no one, he tilted his head up towards the foreign sky and the green leaflet fell off.

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    [size=7pt][font=verdana]IN TOO DEEP AND LOST IN TIME, WHY'D YOU HAVE TO GO AND LET IT DIE?
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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 450px; text-align: justify; height: auto; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 130%; margin-top: -8px][hr]When Radio leaned on him, Setekh simply continued making his crown, choosing not to move away or anything; if he needed support, Set would gladly be the one to give it to him. "It's no problem, Radio." the canine murmured in reply before his voice dropped a level, and without looking up, he gingerly rested his tail on the savannah cat's own, hoping the touch wasn't awkward or anything. "Hey, are you tired?" he then asked softly, making sure to keep his voice private between the two of them, continuing to weave his accessory as he spoke. "You're young, and I wouldn't be surprised if you overworked yourself again. Just be sure to take some breaks, okay? I know being the thane must be a bit difficult."


    He paused, straightening a little to place the crown he'd made for himself upon his head. It was crafted with white roses as a base, symbolizing innocence, as well as lavender accents, symbolizing calmness. Finally, as the main accent, were Set's favorite flowers; cornflowers, which symbolized life. Of course, nobody really payed attention to the colors of flowers, so nobody would know that he was thinking of what he wanted as he made his crown. With a soft sigh, the canine rested his head gently onto Radio's own, pulling more flowers closer to him to sift through them with one paw before picking one vibrant blue cornflower out of the pile, examining it in a peaceful silence. They really were beautiful. "Just... Be sure to get some sleep. Talk to Span if you have to."



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    All of this talk about flower crowns got Nashkit to thinkin': why shouldn't he make one?


    Why? Because flower crowns weren't awesome, that's why! They were just...flower crowns. Who in the world even found the time to figure out how to do that!? But, he couldn't help but wonder how exactly one was able to make such a thing. Not like he was gonna do it or anything, but if it was a matter of life-and-death then surely it would come in handy, right? So he would watch the group, studying the makings of a crown...


    From under the most non-ninja bush known to cat and man. Dude couldn't catch a break with the ninja thing...