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achromatic we talked about this a thousand years ago i am so sorry it took so long asdhspfw but it's for sun and windswept over summerclan herbs <3
Here he was, a large, lumbering tom, terrifyingly massive and intimidating as he walked through the fields of flowers that were absolutely dwarfed by his height. He was out of place here; long fur that puffed him up about double his size that had to be anything but comfortable in the Summerclan heat, a dulled dark cream siamese-pointed coat that was jarring against the greenery and vibrant colors of the warmer territory. And yet, for as imposing as he was, as scary and out of place as he seemed amongst the Summerclan border's fauna and flora, he was terrified.
The Moonclan Commissioner was trying to find some manner of grace, some look of poise to contrast his own emotional discomfort at being here, approaching the border of the foreign clan's territory. It was only a matter of time before some Summerclan warrior or passing patrol saw him, and he would have to be a polite, official display, a important authoritorial example of modern Moonclan's new air and power. He would have to be commanding, imposing, but not threatening -- diplomatic with a reserved confidence was probably about the atmosphere he was looking for. And while Windsweptashes knew he was supposed to be all of those things, knew how he was supposed to present himself, he was absolutely terrified. He had no diplomatic experience, he had no social grace, he didn't even know how to pretend that he did. And yet, he really didn't have much of a choice, did he? He was here now, and he had to make a good impression, and he couldn't go back to Puzzlemaker after a full day's expedition out here and say, "Woops, I'm so sorry uncle, no one was home so I guess we're going on with half the supply of herbs. I knocked on their door three times and no one answered so I mean, what can you really do?"
No. He was here, and he had to get this done. Even if he failed and failed miserably, he had to say he tried. So Windsweptashes stood there, trying to look very important and official as he sat at the border, absolutely dreading whatever was to come next.
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Post by achromatic on Apr 24, 2022 17:25:22 GMT -5
It was dandelion season, and the world was filled with so much yellow. They grew along all the meadows, creating yellow patches among the green so vibrant it was almost too bright to look at. There was definitely a use to it all; with flower season came bees. While they were often gentle, there were more than one occasion that a coast guard or an apprentice was skipping along the meadows and accidentally trod on one, or a hunt somehow ended up with a couple of bee stings when a cat ended up by the flower bushes. Dandelions were of plenty, and she and Cypresspaw had tasked themselves to gather as many as possible in case of any issues.
Of course, dandelions were never of short supply. They really grew everywhere, their bright yellow petals a staple of SummerClan's territory, and with the extras, Sunveins had always been rather good at tying them into little braids, eventually creating the classic SummerClan flower crowns they wore upon their heads. Her ginger and white fur truly matched the golden wreath that sat atop her crown, as she skipped along the meadows towards the spatter of forest on the SummerClan border. The golden flowers upon her head were different from the ones she was looking for today.
Coltsfoot. It wasn't really necessary for the season, no. There were no cases of kitten cough luckily, considering how crowded the nursery was these days, but when she wasn't fixing up remedies for her clanmates, she was trying something new for her best friend. Foxfable always had a cough going on, and she wanted to find a cure for it eventually, even if it meant wasting her free hours searching for herbs or trading with other clans for something that could help.
She wasn't, however, expecting a stranger on the other side of the border. A large tom she couldn't recognize. She frowned, tilting her head; what was this cat up to? Should she have brought Cypresspaw along? Tentatively, she moved forward, her pace slowing. "Who's there?" she called out, a little wary.
