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Caedon's paws padded against the lush green grass, vibrant from the summer storms that passed earlier that week. Dew settled on his pads, his paw's fur slowly growing damp as he walked through the open fields. Light bounced from the high trees, cascading down on his amber hazel pelt that was weaving through the thin layer of ever-growing ferns. The afternoon was reaching time, though the morning still resided in his head, the scent of herbs wafting from white fur.
Originally the tom had focused on the fact of finding a squirrel, interested in watching it after having a dream of becoming one, but now his path followed the path he took every year to the top of a hill just outside the borders, overreaching the world outside. It was one of the most beautiful places, his little hideaway if you may, though what he was to do there was something he hadn't done in years time.
Paw step by paw step, his frame climbed the hill, cherry blossoms lifting from the earth around the hill. Soon the tom's paws set at the top, eyes over looking the view. It was amazing. The sky was painted blue, the clouds looking like it was out of a fantasy world. The scent of honeysuckles caught on the morning breeze wafted through the open area. It was probably the most beautiful thing he had ever seen, but that wasn't why he was here. No, he was here for something much more important.
The tom slipped towards the taller cherry blossoms in the middle of the hill's high, a hollow center rested within it. Caedon rose his paw, hesitant and almost worried of what he would find. One. Two. Three. He pushed his paw in and hit a solid object, relief pulsing through the tom at this discovery. As he exhaled his happiness, small paws worked away at unwedging the object from the elder wood. Soon the object dropped at the apprentice's feet, a book. Leather wrapped around the edges, worn by age and weather. Claw marks etched the sides, the words marking 'memories'. It smelled of pine, of flowers too. Like a evening walk in a thick pine forest under the moon, dimly lit by its silky smooth milky glow.
Still quite surprised it had still been there, the tom flipped open the page, a pressed flower stuck on the page's surface. A few words resided next to it, reading off: 'I decided I'm going to make a scrapbook! But I want it to be unique so added flowers to recall the memory! This flower is from my Mom's boutique she picked in the garden, don't tell her I took it. She said its a rare one, so I thought I'd keep it forever by pressing it! Another flower, golden, disked, and slightly rotting by the age broke space on another page, words reading: Mom said she knew I took the last flower so she gave me my own flower boutique! It is the coolest thing, isn't it? We're going to the moors to meet Auntie again, maybe I'll get another flower there.
Words filled the pages, Caedon's paws pushing past each page. Flowers, pressed and under good condition were placed two by two on each piece of paper. Memories. Caedon couldn't help but hold back forming tears. This was before his mom died, these pages, before his dad left. Scents of the flowers overwhelmed his senses, almost like the scene was around him again. He could see it vibrantly, looking up at his mom and laughing when she ruffled his fur like she used to. She was dead, she was in a better world and he would see her again but- well- it would be awhile,,.
The apprentice quickly flicked away the forming tears, flipping through the pages till it was to another page. This one was different, something a bit odd even, blank expect for the words 'when I grow up!' written in messy handwriting upon the top. A smile, a frown, a shimmer of sadness in his eye. The tom breathed out a shaky sigh as he picked at the satchel he had slung around his neck, pulling out a thinly pressed object. A flower: pale yellow, white accents along the rims. It was old, worn and pressed. Now he only had one thing to do. The tom took the glue he had brought along, tracing a square on the paper before pressing the flower down.
Awaiting for it to dry, Caedon reached in his bag once more for one more thing. A pen. Snatching it in his teeth, the tom worked away at words, hesitant in his form and well in his choice. As the minute passed the apprentice finally finished, it was done. The neatly laid ink read out words, telling a few things. 'This is the flower from my mother's boutique over her tomb when it was laid. Don't tell anyone I took it. She used to say it was a rare one, so that's why I pressed it: so I could keep it forever'
summary: he has a flower scrapbook when he was 2-3 moons and he went to find it again. It was there, he put a new flower in and wrote down some things.
[spoiler=info | updated 07/11/2016]
[size=8]GENERAL:
▪ Caedon B. | 'Cae' by friends | Male
▪ Demiromantic | Demisexual
▪ Seven moons | July 2nd | ages irl time
▪ Member of WindClan
RELATIONSHIPS:
▪ Single | Not looking
▪ NPC x NPC
▪ Still is flirty af
PHYSICAL:
★ Domestic Maine Coon | health: 97%
— White base with brown tabby marking 'spots', brown tufted ears
— [i]major injuries: none.
— [i]minor injuries: none.
PERSONALITY:
— For positive traits: Optimistic, understanding, accepting, creative, & people-pleaser.
— For neutral traits: Extrovert, cinnamon bun, innocent, & flirty af.
— For negative traits: Changes himself for others, too curious, word jumbler, and childish.
POWERS:
★ None yet
INTERACTION:
▪ Easy physically && Mild mentally
▪ Comfortable to be around & easy to trust.
▪ Attack in Bolded #eab583.
▪ Can powerplay peaceful or nonviolent actions (ie, tackling in hug, accidently knocking to ground).