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[badger]

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Flower picking. It was beautiful watching her child get so excited over the beautiful petals of the meadow, the open petals facing and stretching towards the sun. The black and white female would smile, a large grin reaching her eyes if it was possible, and a purr coming from her chest. A beautiful blue flower was gently snapped from its stems, her green eyes lifting to Skip, a gentle gaze. 

But good things didn't seem to last very long with her, she seemed to have terrible luck. 

"Skip, Move!" her scream echoed as she spotted a large bird diving down towards her child and the flower was dropped, forgotten.  No, no, not again, she couldn't lose him, she couldn't lose him. Her form was moving as quick as possible to her child. Her heart raced in her eardrums, her paws hit the ground harder in the race against the bird. 

[Skip]

"Mama! Look at this one!" Skip's voiced chimed a few tail lengths away from his mother as he snapped a purple flower with velvety looking petals for its stem. The smaller black and white cat had found a pretty patch of flowers of blues and purples and had scampered off to it.

He enjoyed and adored doing whatever he could with his mom, especially flower picking! There was always a numerous amount of different kinds of flowers and other plants that he liked playing around with, liked to make silly little concoctions with. It wasn't much seeing as it was only Skip and Badger, long since his sibling had passed, but it was always something he liked to do, something that entertained him. Did he have any idea how any of it worked? Not at all.

Bright blue eyes flickered up to his mother upon hearing her scream. Something about him moving? He tilted to the side slightly out of confusion, little black ears twitching. His head then tilted up slightly just in time to see a large bird swooping down towards him, loud squawking filling his ears. The small tom froze, eyes growing wide out of fear before a talon of the bird's connected with his shoulder, leaving a gaping slash. The force made Skip drop the small bundle of flowers in his maw, sending him tumbling off to the side.

The bird, cawing loudly out of annoyance for not being able to grab on to its target, pulled up in the air and turned to swoop back down to grab onto the small cat.

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[Dawnecho]

She-cat - 27 moons - She/Her - Warrior of Eventideclan - Apprentice: none

The sound of voices had drifted to the she-cats ears the prickling sensation in her paws as she did not recognize them though one was obviously young, she was moving towards the flower field her paws touching the edge of the varied blues and purples when she realized she was closer to the younger voice as he picked a flower of blue she didnt want to alarm them but she knew she would have to make herself known as they were on Lunarclan territory. With all the intention she had the sound of beating wings brought her attention to the sky setting her teeth on edge as she realized its target as it dove for the young tom. Managing to catch the young toms shoulder in its vice like talons but not in a proper grip to lift him. The bird turning in the air intending to strike again most likely as it came down more once again Dawnecho surprised herself flinging herself forward with a yowl the she-cat launched herself claws out towards the bird that had selected the kit as prey what surprised her more was the face full of feathers as she collided with the screeching avian it claws catching her chest.

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