Sugar flowers [Private]

[wren]

Emotions emotions emotions. Who’d let themselves fall into such a dangerous playing field! Sugar. That’s who. The silvery tabby was padding as fast as she could away from thunderclan, panicky and rigid with each awkward step. Her arthritis was hurting and she guessed that was partly because she panicked and ran just about as far as she could before the pain was unbearable. Curse them.

Before long she reached the windclan border, the overwhelming scent of moss and rocks and open space basically hit her in the face. It was fresh and liberating, if she’d had better legs she would have joined the wind cats no questions asked.

With a grumble of agony the she cat collapsed into a heap of moss, legs splooted out on either side of her with an achy grumble. Sugarsnow was running away from her problems for now, problems being Sweetdream. Sweetdream... and her feelings. She cat let out a sob and buried her face in the moss. She wasn’t ready...

Not ready at all...

@Romulus

[teddy.]

The heap of moss had been an offering for the Gods, a place for Dandelionpurr to praise and saracise in a way that soothed their own spiritual soul. Well it was until one Molly decided to make it their bed. In front of sugar was a small pile of berries, bones, feathers. A collection, if you will.

Dandy had stepped away for only a moment. To collect the shiney pebble spotted a few moments earlier but now, they were back. The monarch stood on a small hill before the other. Bright blue sky - dotted with clouds daring to share their rain - shone behind them, a background to their form as the lion-like cat swayed their tail side to side.

"And who are you, lost Lamb?"
Not a windclan cat, for sure.

@wren