[Akira]

Flamelight sighed to himself, the sound muffled by the various small flowers he held in his jaws. He'd arrived to visit Dusklight's grave at sunhigh, as he almost always did, and he now knew the route by heart with how constantly he visited. The flowers he held were such like lavender, a few daffodils, and other such flowers, and they weren't all for his late mentor: he'd brought some for the long forgotten graves here as well.

Flamelight sighed again. It was cold, and as much as he wanted to take his time, his body was very much against it. So, the fiery ginger tabby went around, carefully placing the flowers down, lost in the act and silence of the area.

(Open!)