[Spiderfrost]

Originally Posted by Moon Lily

Irisflame smiled as she came down the tree. She should have known that she was hiding up there- it was pretty, obvious, now that she thought about it. Where else would she looked for a hiding cat, after all? Cursing her stupidity and the scene she'd made, she watched as the graceful she climbed down the small oak. Her indigo orbs flitted to her pale ones as the she-cat inspected the heather blossom.

Smiling with joy, she held it farther out so that she could see it better. As the she-cat gasped, she tried to contain her inner fangirling. She absolutely loved young love. Probably because she couldn't have any of her own. As the she-cat plucked it from her grasp, she held her breath, eyes wide. She had no idea what her reaction would be. Hopefully a good one.

"The border. I was wandering down there, and he asked to give it to you." She purred, eyes shining.

Daisy felt an entirely different kind of feeling in her stomach, not the bubbling over that tended to move into her throat and silence her, but a fluttering she's never quite felt before. She wanted to keep the flower forever, let it never die. The smile on her muzzle was as small and filled with an emotion she didn't quite know how to put into words.

"Breezefeather..." she murmured. That tom, he was thoughtful. Sweetest person she knew perhaps beyond her own kin. Finding their shared issues relatable had been a breath of fresh air, typically, her own issues aren't brought up. Others tend to ignore them, or not mention them, as if it was incompetence that caused her freeze up, or just nerves.

Daisybloom didn't know what to do. This flower reminded her so much of that one day in the moor, hunting for the recovering Windclan and her...Daisy didn't even know what to call Breeze. They were friends, surely. But closer far quicker than she usually likes to get with others she didn't already feel at ease with. But for sure she knew she could leave him without a sign of appreciation at this gift. Setting down the flower carefully at Irisflames paws with stuttered orders to watch it the flustered warrior scampered over to the tree she had been climbing and stood up on her hind legs, front legs set against the trunk to keep her balanced as she caught a bit of ivy in her maw and tugged sharply two or three times until the tight hold of the tree snapped it off. The release caused Daisy to tumble a bit. But ignoring whatever glances came her way with her behavior, the molly detached the bottom bit. She came away with a vine of glossy, dark green ivy leaves about the length of an average sized cat.

The bright eyed calico looked at the medicine cat with shuffling paws and an excitedly twitching tail. The ivy hanging from her mouth like a well earned caught prey animal.