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Originally Posted by Thistledawn
Hoot followed closely behind Silence, trying to match her pace. His green eyes widened as he finally noticed the groups of plants growing in the clearing. It seemed organized, not how you'd typically see these plants in the wild. At least, Hoot had never seen anything like this before. The tom watched Silence begin to water the plants, cocking his head while doing so. As confused as he was, Hoot followed her lead, putting pressure on the moss ball and letting the water fall out of it and onto the plant. "What is this?" He asked around the moss ball in his mouth. He looked across the different colors of flowers and plants mesmerized by the fact that Silence took care of them.
[ No problem! ] |
Silence smiled, moving on to the next plant. She got two more done before her moss ball was too dry, and set it down. Looking at Hoot, she mimed a limp paw.
They're for healing, mostly. She looked down at the flowers again, her smile turning sad.
But they're also for the cats who didn't make it. Silence nodded to each in turn. To the large white Bindweed bloom,
A kittypet named Sherry. She fell out of a tree and broke the bones in her chest. To the little blue star shaped Borage flower
A pair of kits wandered into my den, starving. They died within hours of each other. I..don't even think they had names. To the vibrant pink Bright-eye blossoms
A loner called Skip. He died of green cough. To the proud yellow Celandine
A blind loner named Thunder, who was mauled by a dog. And lastly, the little white Chamomile flower.
For the loner who raised me. Her eyes swept over the flowers again, with the same sad fondness.
After I bury them I put a plant over them. They deserved to be remembered. And now they help others, too.