[CloudedDiamond]

How did they find their flower? What is its significance?

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Name: Bluebrook
Gender: Tom
Rank: Warrior
Clan: VerdantClan
Description: Blue silver mackerel tabby with low white and blue eyes
Age: 20 moons
Edits: [nr] accessory
Owner: stqrveil

[Saeli]

Username: Tharmora
Cat Name: Sparrow
Gender: Female
Rank: Healer
Clan: Storm Knights
Age: 5 years
Prompt: One day, Sparrow and several of the other clan healers went out in order to gather herbs. Sparrow was tasked with keeping an eye on one of the healers newest recruits, Finch. She knew Finch had switched his chosen profession due to an unfortunate incident during swimming training, and had personally volunteered to keep an eye on him.

Sparrow watched as Finch struggled with his basket. He was also filling it with any manner of plants, including flowers and weeds. As it was his first day of training, Sparrow had been instructed by Finch's mother to let him make the mistakes of a younger recruit. He had to learn the same way everyone else did.

Soon the gathering party reached a stream, shallow enough the adult cats could safely cross it. When it came time for Sparrow and Finch to cross, he froze. After some gentle encouragement, Sparrow was able to convince Finch to cross along the rocks the apprentices used with her walking through the water next to him for support if he fell. When they were one stone away from the opposite bank, Finch slipped. He dropped his basket into the water and it began floating down stream. Sparrow quickly tossed hers onto the shore and pulled Finch out as well before running down the bank to recover the basket for him. When she returned, sopping wet from jumping into the stream, Finch stared at her in awe. He looked into her deep blue eyes and sifted through the plants in his basket until he found a beautiful blue flower.

"A beautiful strong flower, for a beautiful brave knight in her own right," Finch spoke as he put it on her ear.

With a slight blush, Sparrow turned away and began gently scolding Finch for not being careful. She didn't remove the flower though, it was a start of a lovely friendship between the pair.

[stqrveil]

Username: stqrveil
Cat Name: Bluebrook
Gender: tom
Rank: Warrior
Clan: VerdantClan
Age: 20 moons
Prompt:

His owner, a young human boy noticed all sorts of flowers left at his door, gifts from his loving pet. Nothing lasts forever, they both learned, as everyday the blooms would drop their petals and crumple in defeat, Blue felt it was his job to bring his owner joy, so he cleared the flower remains and collected new blooms for him every day, a sort of bringing the outside in, since his owner was not in the health to leave the wooden human den.

On an especially gloomy morning, Blue had only found a couple of dandelions that opened to the weak sunlight, and carried them to his ever-pale master. The boy held their bright heads in his hand for a minute, then looked down, rasping something to his pet, his gaze resting on him. He then presented a roughly cut felt bloom, bright rich blue petals all neatly pinned together, and fastened it to his ear saying,
“Real handsome. This one will last for longer…hopefully.”

Blue was genuinely intrigued by the thing, yes it resembled a flower, but it didn’t fall, it didn’t wilt. If he could find flowers like these, maybe his master would never be sad to see the other flowers wilt. So he looked everywhere, under the porch, far off in the distance where the fence ended, deep in the groves, but could never find a flower with the soft, radiant petals of the one he carried. As he distraughtly brought his daily gift, a branch of bellflowers, he noticed a change, there wasn’t the soft hum of the television, or quiet muttering of the senior humans. Just dead silence. his heart pounded as he raced up the stairwell. His room was empty, in fact empty of everything. The slamming of an open door from the downstairs made him jump, and he quickly rushed down to see who had come. Both senior humans stomped across the house’s empty interior, bringing their waves of sadness with them. At his appearance one of them bent down and stroked Blue.
“Hey kitty, thank you for your help,” it uttered, “Oliver…wasn’t able to make it here.”
It started to reach to pick him up but he leaned away and skidded out the open door. Everything he saw, everything pointed to one thing. His master didn’t make it. The bloom was his parting gift, a thank you to his beloved pet. It was all that he had left behind for Blue. So he kept the memory of his owner alive, through the bloom that never dies.

[Zephara]

Username: zephara
Cat Name: Morning-glory
Gender: female
Rank: scout
Clan: Rushclan
Age: 2 years 7 moons
Prompt:

She had been born in a field of blue. Her parents had named her for the stunning blue flowers that curled overtop her head as she took her first breaths.

To her, it seems as if she was meant to love flowers. She grew up enamored by the small things, astonished at how something so small could possess such beauty. As a kitten, she would pick flowers and bring them to her mother, always disappointed when they’d wilt the next day. He mother would only laugh.

“My dear, you must cherish the flower’s beauty.” she would tell her. “Don’t be so quick to tear them away from their root.”

She took her mother’s words to heart, and started growing a garden. She gathered any flower seed she could find and planted them in her own little space where a small tree grew, curving over a small pond, feed by a trickling river outlet.

By the sun season, she had a small but flourishing garden.

Her mother found her there one day, a sad smile on her face. She rubbed her daughter’s cheek and lowered her head to sniff a blooming blue flower. It was a morning glory. Her namesake.

“My dear this is beautiful.”

“Yes but it’s an early bloomer. I don’t think it will last long.” Her mother gently bit the stem of the delicate flower and placed it on her ear.

“But mother!” She protested. “You said that—.”

“I know what I said dear.” She look away. “But there are some things that will fade far too quickly for your liking, and so you must cherish them all the more.”

Her mother passed away a few moons later.

Every year, she would take the earliest blue bloom and wear it until it wilted.

[/nyx.]

Username: /nyx.
Cat Name: Roe
Gender: female
Rank: Runner
Clan: Lé'echékyo
Age: 27 moons
Prompt:

They pretend to like her — it’s all they do. They must think that she’s stupid, but she’s not; she can see through it, through their silly lies. She makes subtle suggestions, and they ignore it. It’s like they view her as a child, and a child she is, younger than the others, but still.

It. Ticks. Her. Of.

Sure, she’s happy and bubbly, prideful and expressive, but that doesn’t make her dumb. Doesn’t give them permission to treat her like some bouncy kitten. She won’t take it, she won’t.

And so, the next time they talk her down because she’s too kind to go hunting, Roe makes her thoughts known. Loudly.

As in, she yells and magic swells around her, and the walls of the den shake.

They take one harsh look at her, and talk her down for throwing a tantrum.

It was a show of power. They called her weak. And now she proves she’s strong, and they call it a tantrum.

She hates them all.

Later, Roe finds two blue flowers growing in the shadow of their den. It shouldn’t be possible, only two of them, not an entire patch, not just one, and in the shadows, no less.

She picks them from the earth, breathes her magic into them.

These flowers will not hide. They will scream, loudly, and prove to the world that they’re not cowards, hiding in the dark. They are light; they are bright, they are powerful.

Not children, and not weak.

The next time they actually let her hunt; maybe they’re worried that she’ll permanently deafen them — Roe doesn’t care.

But, but, they dare tell her; stop making so much noise, you’re not fast enough, you always bite too soft—

Once Roe has enough, she snarls at them, throws her second blue flower (the magic flower) at them, and she teleports far, far away.

Deep inside a cave, Roe yells. Loudly. Her first flower glows in the dark, shining brighter and brighter the louder it gets.

“I will show them,” Roe promises. “I don’t need to follow their rules when I hunt.”

But then her flower (her perfect magic flower) dares speak: Perhaps you need a lesson in self-control.

Roe freezes. Thinks of her fits, justifies them, but not before more rage fills her head. How dare—

Keep it up, the flower hisses, and they will never accept you. Never listen, never learn—

One burst of power later, the flower falls off from behind her ear. She holds it down, strikes it through the center. The flower rips; the light goes out.

Roe stands in silence, in complete darkness, until she whispers, “I don’t need you either.”

Centuries pass before she sees the light again, the second blue flower glowing against a stranger’s tail.

“Are you ready to learn, my dear?” the stranger asks.

“No,” Roe growls.

The stranger doesn’t listen, drags her out of the cave and back into the light.

It’s blinding.

He doesn’t ask her again, but he does make her learn: she must restrain herself if she wants true power. If she doesn’t restrain, she will regret.

And even after he sets her free, trusting her not to ruin the world, he doesn’t give her that second flower back. The stranger keeps it for himself, purring wickedly when she asks.

“There were only two in the entire world. If you want one so badly, then you shouldn’t have destroyed the other. Do you regret yet, my dear?”

Roe never answered.

[CloudedDiamond]

Username: stqrveil
Cat Name: Bluebrook
Gender: tom
Rank: Warrior
Clan: VerdantClan
Age: 20 moons
Prompt:

His owner, a young human boy noticed all sorts of flowers left at his door, gifts from his loving pet. Nothing lasts forever, they both learned, as everyday the blooms would drop their petals and crumple in defeat, Blue felt it was his job to bring his owner joy, so he cleared the flower remains and collected new blooms for him every day, a sort of bringing the outside in, since his owner was not in the health to leave the wooden human den.

On an especially gloomy morning, Blue had only found a couple of dandelions that opened to the weak sunlight, and carried them to his ever-pale master. The boy held their bright heads in his hand for a minute, then looked down, rasping something to his pet, his gaze resting on him. He then presented a roughly cut felt bloom, bright rich blue petals all neatly pinned together, and fastened it to his ear saying,
“Real handsome. This one will last for longer…hopefully.”

Blue was genuinely intrigued by the thing, yes it resembled a flower, but it didn’t fall, it didn’t wilt. If he could find flowers like these, maybe his master would never be sad to see the other flowers wilt. So he looked everywhere, under the porch, far off in the distance where the fence ended, deep in the groves, but could never find a flower with the soft, radiant petals of the one he carried. As he distraughtly brought his daily gift, a branch of bellflowers, he noticed a change, there wasn’t the soft hum of the television, or quiet muttering of the senior humans. Just dead silence. his heart pounded as he raced up the stairwell. His room was empty, in fact empty of everything. The slamming of an open door from the downstairs made him jump, and he quickly rushed down to see who had come. Both senior humans stomped across the house’s empty interior, bringing their waves of sadness with them. At his appearance one of them bent down and stroked Blue.
“Hey kitty, thank you for your help,” it uttered, “Oliver…wasn’t able to make it here.”
It started to reach to pick him up but he leaned away and skidded out the open door. Everything he saw, everything pointed to one thing. His master didn’t make it. The bloom was his parting gift, a thank you to his beloved pet. It was all that he had left behind for Blue. So he kept the memory of his owner alive, through the bloom that never dies.

winner! this entry made me tear up a little ngl

[stqrveil]

tysm! :00