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He crouched low to the ground, nose twitching on occasion to the very particular and sharp scents that tickled his nostrils. Petals had begun to sprout from his little garden; a bunch of colorful droplets that splashed the otherwise barren earth. Satisfied, he clawed at the bark of his tree and stripped it of the moss clinging to it. Grabbing the spongy substance carefully, he let the ferns guarding his little area spring back to cover the hollow tree and began his trek down. A gurgle of water could be heard close by, maybe his pulse beat a little faster.
He could see it now, gushing through the territory and swollen with snow melt. He padded closer, until he was a good tail length away. Ice was still frozen to the sides, or frozen across the surface here and there. Hiddencrest couldn't help but shiver, recalling an icy coldness gripping his pelt only moons ago. Inching forward carefully, as if the ground would give under his feet, the large tom stooped low and let his moss soak in the water. Once he'd gotten what he had come to get, he hastily backed away from the edge of the water and sprinted gracefully away and up back to his flowers.
Panting, he placed the moss against the ground, catching his breath from the little ordeal of having gotten the water.
Scent was always Frostpaws strongest sense. The white molly enjoyed walking close to their SpringClan border depsite whatever warnings she was given. It smelled and looked nice there. The harsh scent of pine almost stank the camp at times, and Frostpaw hated seeing the Witch for just medial headaches- not that she actually hated Mistyveil, she was a very kind Witch, but Frostpaw didn't want to seem weak over something so stupid.
The first thing she could smell immdeiately was sweet smell of fresh water, then the earthy aroma of moistened soil. The flowers almost masked Hiddencrests scent, though her trained nose was far smarter than the trickster wind. Her small frame, shared very much with her mother, slowly crept up behind Hiddencrest as she admired his small rainbow of flora. She sniffed loudly and took in the raw scents in front of her, blue eyes as cold as the breeze studying the petals as they danced for the cats.
He jumped in surprise his panting having covered any sound of the apprentice creeping forward; and especially when the wind wasn't favoring his senses either. The pale furred tom stood to his paws and turned so that he could see his "intruder", flicking his ears back as he did so. "Frostpaw," he greeted finally, taking a few paces back so that he wasn't obscuring her view. Not that he particularly loved sharing his hobby and love for flora; but he supposed it wouldn't hurt, just this once. "Pretty cool, huh? if you go far enough down the Mountain, you can grow some flowers. The soil isn't too bad over here."
Her ears flicked at his statements. She could pick up bits and pieces; he seemingly didn't seem to realize she couldn't hear him very well. All well, what he can't coddle her for is better in the long run. She blinked and took one more good sniff before raising her body back to meet the larger Knights as much as she could. "You grew these?" She was impressed. She was told how twolegs grew food and flowers for their own use, opposite to how the felines hunted and gathered their materials in raw nature. She was curious now. "How did you grow them?"
Hiddencrest blinked, ears flicking forward now as he began to catch on just a bit. He'd heard through the grape vine that there was a deaf apprentice; but he hadn't expected to interact with her so soon. He almost felt ill prepared. Ears flicking back now as he thought of a way to answer her question, he finally stood to his full towering height and parted the ferns even more than they already were. Now might be as good a time as any, he supposed.
He reached a large paw into a crevice in a nearby tree trunk, pulling it back out and letting a singular seed fall to the ground. He then turned towards the hollow where his flowers grew, and began to scrape back some of the earth. Once a shallow hole had been dug, he nudged the seed with his nose until it was safely inside of it. Dirt covered his paws as he moved his collected mound to cover it, before he finally bent to pick up the moss ball and squeezed the water contents out and onto all of the flowers, including the new seed.
He glanced back at the apprentice, his eyes shining quizzically as he wondered if she would be able to understand.
She wanted to sigh. She really, really wanted to just roll her eyes, sigh, and walk away. How did this always happen? How could someone go from not knowing her at all to just realizing somehow her defect? All well. Maybe if she just played dumb he would actually talk to her and explain things instead of spelling things out in the form of actions, as if she was a kit who couldn't understand complex ideas.
All well.
Frostpaw nodded as Hiddencrest sewed the seed and watered his garden. "How long have you been tending to these? They look hearty." She had always noticed that flowers on this side of territory usually grew better than anywhere else, though she still knew very little about the flora of her territory.
