You better keep your spirits up - open/wt

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    WE'RE ALL MESSED UP INSIDE — dreamkit — serval — she/her — tags

    [fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 125%]Dreamkit had enjoyed crafting the bouquets of flowers; the repetitive task was mundane enough to not be frustrating, but took some artistic thought to be put into the design to silence intruding voices in her head. However, what Dream had not considered was the next part of the task: the delivery of the bouquets to a wide variety of different, unknown, unpredictable strangers. Panic began to creep in from the corners of her mind, but she took a series of deep breaths and admired her hard work on the flower arrangements to calm herself.
    With a determined nod and a small smile on her face, Dreamkit turned from her little corner of camp to face the center, bustling with other members. "B-b-bouqets of flowers to w-welcome spring!" she called out in a squeak.
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    Lacelock, or whatever her second name was, made bouquets for everyone once. She personalized them, as she spoke the language of flowers and remembered their meanings. There was hope, peace, freedom - the list went on. Lacelock was a nice she-cat, but Wist couldn't stay long enough to figure out what had happened to her. She made an imprint on Wist, as did her daughter, and seeing the bouquets made her reminiscent.


    "Dreamkit, right?" she approached slowly, having heard the name tossed around a few times. "These look lovely - how did you learn to make them?" Wist continued, tail swishing around her form and her nub being held close to her chest.

    [center][fancypost= bgcolor= opacity: 0.5; borderwidth=0px; width: 450px;][font=times new roman][align=justify]Flowers were one of Pierce's favorite things, aside from painting and his friends. He liked looking at them, drawing them, painting them - pretty much everything that had to do with them. So, when he saw Dreamkit with bouqets and heard her announcement, he hurried over, a broad smile on his face. "These are very pretty, Dreamkit! What a nice idea." His amber gaze roamed the flowers themselves, all varying in colour, and a purr erupted from his throat. "How long did it take you to make these?" he then asked, cocking his head.


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    tags :: updated 3/09

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    WE'RE ALL MESSED UP INSIDE — dreamkit — serval — she/her — tags

    [fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 125%]Dreamkit's eyes lit with interest as the cat approached and spoke her name. However, this also came with an immense pressure on herself to know the other's name, and Dream could only sit there with her mouh agape for a few moments, wishing she could just disappear. Shaking her head to relieve these thoughts, the serval instead put on a smile and went to answer the question from the feline instead.
    "Thank you. I learned f-from my mo..ther..." Dreamkit's sentence trailed off with her thoughts, though she shuddered to bring herself back to the present. "Would you like one?" she offered, stepping aside to allow Wisteria full view of the variety of bouqets.
    The arrival of a familiar face made her dark eyes light up and she flashed a smile toward the approaching serval. "Hello, Pierce!" The vice-leader had been an immediately welcoming, kind character Dream had been glad to meet upon joining. "I-I'm not so sure... But I did put a lot of time i-into them." The kitten had enjoyed the distraction with the activity, and probably made a few too many bouqets because of it, but better too many than too few.

    [center][fancypost= width: 450px; text-align: justify;][size=11][font=timesnewroman]She was a rather sweet child, wasn't she? Sweetophelia's youngest pair of twin sons (nor her oldest in fact) were hardly that way - but Mieczyslaw did have his moments - but it hardly mattered in the end. Most children were endeared to the BlizzardClan leader. Dreamkit was no exception. Padding forward, she joined Wisteria and Pierce, smiling as she looked over at Dreamkit and her beautiful, colourful collection of bouquets.


    "Your mother taught you well," she remarked softly. "You have a very gentle, neat hand." Clearly Dreamkit had put a lot of effort into her work. "They're all very beautiful. May I have one as well?"
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    info — updated 3/21

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    OUR HEARTBEATS SWINGIN' — eggpaw — blizzardclan — he/him

    [fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 125%]Ah, spring! Although admittedly it was a bit lackluster in its holidays, Eggpaw loved the warmth, the green grass, the smell of the air, the flowers that popped up- even that pesky pollen was a pleasant reminder! Most of the flowers hadn't budded yet, though, so a flower bouquet would work nicely to brighten up the place until everything began growing like crazy. He padded up to Dreamkit, offering her a friendly smile and then looking at the flowers. Beautiful indeed... So many unique colors and shapes were present in the bouquets. "Oui, they are absolutely stunning! Might I have one?"

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    WE'RE ALL MESSED UP INSIDE — dreamkit — serval — she/her — tags

    [fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 125%]The kit's smile became more of a grimace at Sweet's comment on her mother, but the compliment was appreciated nonetheless. "Th-thank you..." As the two arrivals requested, Dreamkit handed them both bouquets with a genuine smile back on her face, overwhelmed with the support behind her creations.
    /mobile, rushed