Stoatdance could help but chuckle at the thought of a flower purring. It was certainly a silly image, and entirely impossible. She nodded along with his statement, then shrugged. "He said his mother showed him one when he was a kit, I believe. I'd be lying if I said that I believed him, though I, of course, didn't make it obvious. It is quite an interesting name to have, though it doesn't make much sense at all."
Her eye lit up as she remembered another cat with that name. "Wasn't there another cat with that name? Jasperpelt, the father of Bugpaw and Bearpaw, which you then changed to Blackpelt?" The rememberance of the tom brought back images of the collasped tunnel and mauled body at the border, a shudder going down her spine.