[0Zero0]

What is there favorite flower/herb? Why?
min. 100 words OR 1 art flat headshot No Max. // ends Jan.22 CS Rollover

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Name: puddle that reflects the stars
Gender: afab / trans ftm
Rank: lead fighter
Clan: tribe of the blooming mounts
Description: Diluted standard torbie with low white
Age: 17 moons
Edits: [NR] semi-fluff shorthair
Owner:cryologic.

[beebun]

Mark with a underground orchid

[SilentMelody]

Dropping out!! Good luck to everyone

[nio]

Username: nio
Cat Name: Dianthuspool
Gender: she-cat, she/her
Rank: sharpclaw
Clan: bayclan
Age: 99 moons
Prompt: dianthus, flower of the gods.

[Wretched.Felidae]

Username: Demonic.Canine.
Cat Name: Varshini
Gender: Female
Rank: Warrior
Clan: Tribe of Broken Moons
Age: 6 Years
Prompt: Lavender & Rosemary Bundle

[Lex.]

Username: Lex.
Cat Name: Doepaw -> Doefoot
Gender: Female
Rank: Medicine Cat Apprentice
Clan: Thistleclan
Age: 12 moons
Prompt:
Doepaw really loves sweet-sedge! They grow in places like ditches and marshy areas, which are her favorite to be in! Going to the lake and seeing the sweet-sedge on the shore brightens her day, and she can even bring it home to use it to treat her clanmates.

[A m n e s i a]

Username: A m n e s i a
Cat Name: Dew glistening in the sunlight
Gender: Non-binary (afab, They/Them)
Rank: Cave-guard
Clan: The Tribe Of Brisk Winds
Age: 28 Moons
Prompt: Amaryllis, symbolizes pride

[cryologic.]

Username: cryologic.
Cat Name: puddle that reflects the stars
Gender: afab / trans ftm
Rank: lead fighter
Clan: tribe of the blooming mounts
Age: 17 moons
Prompt:

sweet williams are by far puddle's favourite flower.
although pink (bright pink at that), a stereotypically feminine colour, they represent masculinity.

as an apprentice, puddle struggled with self-confidence - his pelt clearly showed his gender at birth, and his growls weren't ever as low as the other male apprentices. he never matched the excitement of the other apprentices whenever they were given the opportunity to meet other tribes, instead choosing to sleep the night away in his own nest.

there was one cat that was always there for him, however. his best friend would be there through all his moments of self-doubt and self-hatred, ready to reassure him that everything would be okay.

one day, his friend came back to camp with a fairly small pink flower, dropped it by puddle's paws as he lay in his nest, and sat down to watch his reaction. puddle's first reaction was to let out an annoyed growl at him; he felt betrayed. how dare he bring me a random pink flower, puddle thought, glaring at his friend. little did puddle know, his friend had spent time sneaking into the healer's den to ask up on the meanings of flowers and plants, and where to find them. "it's called a sweet william. not quite sure what a william is, but healer said that's what it's called", he got an answer, and calmed down a bit to listen to his best friend speaking. "i know it's pink, i know it's small and fragile," he continued, "but it is said to be one of the most masculine flowers out there!" he beamed, a clear smile on his face, "it's pretty much like you."

puddle looked at the flower, and brought it in closer to himself with one paw before sniffing at it and smiling. "it's me.." he said quietly to himself, before looking up at his best friend, "thank you.."

although he doesn't get to see them much, his best friend somehow manages to find one every now and then and bring it back to him, just to see the smile on his face the moment he gets a glimpse of it. it still reminds him of himself - born as a female, and with markings that are quite obviously feminine. he doesn't let anything or anyone tell him who to be, though, and has learnt to be proud of who he is.

puddle doesn't quite know how he manages it; it's almost as if his best friend has some sort of sixth sense. whenever even so much as a flicker of doubt about himself kicks in, he's somehow always there.

ever since puddle was a kit, he had wanted to grow up to fight. he wanted to be strong, and to take down anyone who would threaten his friends, his family, or his tribe. he'd train on balls of moss and on poor little bugs that found their way into the nursery.

but now, he sat at the edge of the clearing looking down at his muddy paws. a flicker of pink flashed at the side of his vision, before a rather familiar flower fell to his feet. puddle looked up to see the familiar face of his friend. "you know, puddle, fighters don't always have to be big and strong."

puddle rolled his eyes.

"you're small, and lithe, you should just use that to your advantage instead."

puddle poked the flower with his paw, seeing a single petal detach itself from the rest under the small amount of force. this flower really is me...

"if i do say so myself, using pure strength to overwhelm someone is just what mouse-brained fighters do; you need to think about your actions. it's like catching a rabbit! those can really fight for themselves.. but they're small and quick. you don't have to change yourself to be a great fighter in my opinion."

"you think i can fight as well as the others?"

"if you use your brain and not your muscles, yeah! here, wear this flower, and protect it next time you fight; it'll make you think more."

puddle padded over to a small puddle on the ground and looked down at himself, with the sweet william tucked into the fur on his head. he smiled to himself, the little flower giving him some confidence yet again, just as he heard his mentor call his name up for another try at fighting. this time he'll use what nature gave him.

even now, whenever he has to go to any battle, he wears it. he wears it with pride.
after the tribe's lead fighter retired from his position, puddle was assigned to it.

he became a strategist and a great leader. always full of pride and self-confidence, with a clear mind even in the heat of battle.

[espen.]

Username: quirky;
Cat Name: Thistlenose
Gender: afab
Rank: Hunter
Clan: LagoonClan
Age: 32 moons
Prompt: [Milk thistle | Reduces growth of cancer cells | 128 words] Thistlenose was formerly a kittypet, spoiled and pampered for most of her life. One day, she discovered a lump on her hind right leg! She prodded at it cautiously, flinching at the strikes of pain. Her Twolegs took her to that retched white den and a palely dressed one poked at her and mumbled something to her own. They started crying on the way home. It was then that she knew something was deeply wrong. Her Twolegs spoiled her more and more and she figured out she was ill. Deathly ill. The lump! It took her a few days, but she crafted a plan to escape into the forest and live out her days free and wild. Ever since, Maplefeather, LagoonClan's healer, has been giving her milk thistle.

[headofvecna]

username: headofvecna
cat name: dappleflower
gender: afab
rank: medicine cat
clan: lavenderclan
age: 49 moons
prompt: dappleflower’s favourite flower is the cornflower. considering lavenderclan is located in a lavender field, the only way you can see them is if you travel to the edges of the territory. cornflowers are a symbol of strong loyalty, while also being loving and gentle - this represents dappleflower’s personality as a devoted and kind member of the clan.

dappleflower first found a cornflower when she had to do looking for her first herbs as medicine cat. finding herbs within clan territory can be difficult, so she headed to the borders. she had terrible luck that day; every herb she found was crush, eaten by another animal, or destroyed - but just as thought about turning back to head to camp, she spotted blue flower. taken aback by it's beauty, she brought it back with her.

kettlestar (being the hothead she was) was angry by the lack of herbs, but dappleflower didn't let that get to her. yes, she might not have brought back any herbs, but she likes to think that sometimes there are better things than herbs - like a pretty cornflower.