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He nodded quietly, not risking dropping the seed trying to talk. He didn't like being that vocal anyway. Nodding again, Venuskit followed distantly behind Doestar, his eyes squinted at the bright sun and his tail low but waving happily. It was the only sign of his joy, his expression certainly didn't give anything away. Yes, a hill seemed like the perfect place for the sunflower. He liked sunflowers. They reminded him of bright smiles.
Trailing behind Doestar, he peeked curiously out of the camp entrance, admiring the little yellow flowers that bloomed around it. Despite the unknown, he was drawn by the pretty nature, his safe place, and took his first few steps out, seemingly fearless.
Doestar watched with a small smile, pride bursting in his chest at the the kit's courage. He waited for a long moment, letting Venuskit grow used to the sound of the birdsong and the breeze through the leaves, before twitching his tail-tip and padding slowly away from the camp. He didn’t want to warn the kit about the dangers of foxes and hungry birds and simply stayed close to him instead, dividing his attention between keeping a watchful eye on the sky and glancing every so often at Venuskit to enjoy seeing him experience the outside world for the first time. It felt special.
He led the way through the patches of pine and lavender, soft, dreamy pollen floating like faerie dust through the trees and catching the sunlight, and headed towards the hill by the little earthen thunderpath. “If you want to stop and look at anything,” he told the kit gently, “or if you have any questions, just tell me. We aren’t in any sort of hurry.”
The clouds looked so fluffy, so much better outside of camp, weirdly. He twitched his ear, listening to the sounds of birdsong and leaves blowing in the soft breeze. This was where he belonged. Out here, with nothing but the hugs of Mother Nature. He nodded slowly, bouncing on the tips of his toes as his excitement boiled over into something overwhelming. Oh boy did he want to explore every inch of this world in that very second, see everything with his own big eyes, smell everything with his little nose.
He sniffed around, staring up at the sky that reached forever, admiring the plants he knew and the plants he didn’t. Every time he stopped he immediately began bouncing again, and there seemed to be a skip in his step whenever he walked, always a few steps ahead of Doestar.
Doestar grinned and let out a little silent laugh, careful not to disturb the kit's peace. He followed slowly behind Venuskit, stopping each time he did; he looked around with a tranquil sort of happiness, or admired the same flowers from a few steps back so the kit didn't feel crowded, or just enjoyed the feeling of the sun and the warm, peaceful quiet of the morning. The world felt soft and unhurried, the breeze untroubled and silent and the stalks of golden grass clacking together faintly.
"Have you ever seen wild tea roses?" he asked gently, veering off the path a little to touch his paw to the small, pale yellow blooms. They smelled as sweet as ever. "I've only ever seen them in SummerClan, so they're very special. We've never had them in the camp but I'm sure you could grow them if you wanted to - they smell lovely, don't they?"
Stopping as soon as Doestar stopped, he stepped as close as he could to the pretty flowers, lifting a paw to gently stroke the curly petals. Truth was, he hadn't seen these flowers before, but he loved them so much already. They were pretty, and bright, and beautiful. And the yellow colour just sang to his soul and danced joyously in his eyes. He shook his head, still staring wide-eyed at the plants. How he so wanted to plant a million of them.
Staring for a few moments longer, he finally pulled his gaze away, continuing on their little adventure to plant a single sunflower. By the rate they were going, it would take until night fall. But, truly, he didn't mind one bit.
Doestar let out a quiet purr, drawing a clump of blooms down with one paw so Venuskit could see them up closer. “We’ll take a clipping on the way back,” he told him, letting go of the rose bush and watching them draw back into the warm, golden air with a rustle of leaves.
The leader followed after the kit, still keeping a close eye on any birds in the sky overhead as they left the cover and shade of the trees and ventured out into the open, sunny stretch of meadow between this hill and the next. He padded along in silence for a while, happy to just enjoy the warmth and the freedom of the golden space, the smell of earth and dry grass and the distant whisper of the waterfall washing over him.
Then, finally, they arrived at the patch of bright forest atop the hill, and he asked, looking around, “where would the seed like to call home?”
His face twitched into the smallest of smiles, a quiet purr rumbling in his throat, almost to quiet to hear. Oh how much he wanted those flowers! Racing quickly up the hill, Venuskit stared in wonder at the beautifully bright blue sky, admired the fluffy clouds that took on so many unique shapes, stared at the distant bird high above the earth. It was so freeing! I felt like nobody was watching him, he was able to be just himself, able to run and jump and laugh and cry.
“Right here!” He dug his little paws into what he estimated was the very center of the hill. Turning up enough dirt, the small tom-kit gently dropped the seed in, burying it once more and packing the seed in tightly as if tucking it in for a nice, long rest.
“You water it.” He said—offered, really. Doestar led him here, so he should have a part in it, right?
