Felicitous flowers (closed)

A calm, morning breeze stirred the budding leaves above, bringing warmth and sunlight with it. Sitting by himself near the camp entrance, Valerianroot cleaned his muzzle, every so often lifting a paw and skimming it along his cheek fluff. This morning, he was to go on a border patrol with some-cat, and whoever it might be, he knew that he needed to look presentable no matter what. In his mind, being well groomed was a form of good manners and if any-cat knew Valerianroot, he was all about upholding himself to such standards; forever and always.

Roseeye walked towards the camp entrance, she was told to go on patrol with some guy she forgot the name of. Valorroot, or something like that. Some of the cats here had some... interesting names. She spotted the cat by the entrance, fancying himself up. "Hey," she padded towards him, then stared at the tom with a raised eyebrow. "You seem well prepared for this patrol," she jested, pausing a second before continuing, "So we're ready to leave then?"

Ears perking at approaching pawsteps, Valerianroot turned to see Roseeye. Standing up, he gave the she-cat a respectful dip of his head, as he would to any-cat. "Yes, we can go now," the stoic sounding and looking tom mewed as he turned to leave. He couldn't recall any other cat that would be coming with them and they'd might as well have gotten started before the day got away from them.

Padding along side the slender she-cat, the fluffy, multicolored tom kept quiet, per usual. He was never one to chat much and was more than comfortable with silence.

Roseeye eyed the trees as she padded alongside Valerianroot. She expected him to make some sort of small talk, talk to her about something either useless or something she already knew about. While she didn't mind the silence, it felt strange. Surreal, in some sense. Her green eyes went over to the warrior beside her, who was calmly walking along. Any other day, she'd be glad to say nothing and get the patrol over with. But, for some reason, she felt an urge to say something.

"So... You're Lightningstar's son, right? That must be nice, having the clan leader as a father..." she spoke a bit more quietly than her usual tone.

Ever so slightly turning his gaze towards Roseeye as she spoke, Valerianroot pondered her statement. It sure was interesting having the leader of all cats as his father, but it came with certain expectations that he assumed not all fathers placed on their kit's shoulders.

"I suppose so," he mewed stoically, turning his olive gaze back to the path in front of them. "He is certainly a strict father, though of course I never expected anything less, seeing as though he is ThunderClan's leader," the grey and white tom finished. Padding onward, part of him wanted to continue to keep quiet, but figured it'd be impolite of him to not continue on the conversation. "How has hunting been going? StarClan has blessed us this Greenleaf, yes?"