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Cradlegrave was beginning to suspect he just wasn't cut out for arts and crafts.
"Goddamnit it to hell," he growled, fumbling with the flower stems he was trying to tie together. He sat near the edge of SwiftClan's loosely-defined territory, hiding himself away from any onlookers in a bush. Ever since he'd become deputy he'd been feeling more and more on edge, to the point where deep breathing and scenic walk-taking had begun to lose their effectiveness. Peachblush had suggested making flower crowns as a way to take the edge off, and with no better suggestions, he had acquiesced. Now that Cradlegrave really thought about it, maybe the other tom was actually just being sarcastic.
He groaned, and set his flowers down on the ground. He only knew one thing for certain--if anyone were to catch him right at that moment, there was a non-zero chance he would die of embarrassment on the spot.
Beestripe stumbled upon his deputy making something that ... looked like a flower crown? He smiled widely at Cradlegrave, nearing the other tom. "You uh... need some help?"
He didn't want the other to feel awkward at not being able to get it right.
Cradlegrave let out an undignified noise at Beestripe's sudden appearance, and instinctively tried to hide the evidence of his failure with his body, shielding it from view. "Nope," he said, body stretched out over the ground unnaturally. "Ain't got nothing I'm needin' help with, no way. No sirrrrreeeeeee."
He held that pose for a few minutes, before flopping down in defeat. "Okay, maybe one thing," he muttered. "You know anything 'bout flower crowns?"
He covered his good-natured grin with one white paw. "'Course," replied the leader, removing the paw to reach for the crown lying there. "I lived my whole life in SpringClan. We had a huge flower meadow there. I used to make crowns for she-cats I liked. May I?" He gestured to the flowers.
Cradlegrave paused to think about that for a second, pride momentarily forgotten. He'd been using his little arts and craft session as a way of de-stressing, but perhaps he could learn a thing or two from SpringClan. Maybe Brownie and Nib would like a flower crown each?
...Not that he could even attempt making a gift for either of them at his current skill level. "Go 'head," he told Beestripe. "I'm—there ain't a lotta flowers in the desert but, y'know, maybe I'd be real good at this kinda stuff if I looked at someone doin' it themselves. Mama always said I was more of a, uh, visual learner." Now that Cradlegrave thought about it, that was probably just his mother's way of saying he never listened to her.
"You'll get the hang of it pretty easily. You just need to learn how to use your claws to help you. They can be so helpful outside of fighting." Beestripe's time in SpringClan hadn't given him opportunities to battle, but since joining SwiftClan, there had been more than enough chances with all the invasions.
"Here, watch me. Press the stems this way, and use your claw - like this - to pull the loop through." He was a bit rusty and his claw slipped twice before he connected the two stems.
"Uh...Hmm." Cradlegrave copied the other tom, albeit at a much, much slower speed. "You mean like this--oh." He stared down at his attempt, which now lay in two separate halves on the ground. "I guess not like that."
He tried it a second time, following along much closer to how Beestar had done it, and got much better results. "If you told me that a year ago I wouldn't have believed you," he said. "About claws bein' used for more than fightin', I mean."
He smiled at Cradlegrave. "I wouldn't have believed me, either. It wasn't until I left SpringClan that I became half the cat I am today. I was a rascal, always itching to start a fight."
Cradlegrave grunted. "Y'know, the only Clan I ever been in is SwiftClan, and I ain't been to a gathering yet. What's SpringClan an' all those other Clans like, anyway?"
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Beestripe's expression became wistful. "They're so different. Put together, unlike SwiftClan. They stay in one place and guard their homes with their lives. Some are fiercer than others - SpringClan isn't one of the tougher ones - but they all are families. It's why I want to make SwiftClan a family."
