With ceremonies completed, it was time that the Windclan leader moved onto other tasks. He'd left camp with the intention of checking up on the tunnels and ensuring that they were sound, perhaps asking for a tour by their designated tunnelers. His clan's safety was his priority, and while tunnels sounded intimidating at first, they were far more safe than hunting above land constantly and being exposed to the wolves. Although their canine problem was still present, it was less than it was before. Hopefully before long, Stormstar and WindClan would be able to get rid of those mangy dogs once and for all.

However, the black smoke leader had happned upon an array of flowers at the borders, growing plentiful on the WindClan side. With greenleaf on its way, the wildflowers were in a full and beautiful bloom. So, the scatter-brained leader merely couldn't help himself- he had to enjoy nature's bounty. They smelled so sweet, and their colors were so pleasingly vibrant. He merely couldn't resist!

And so there the mighty WindClan leader sat, in a row of brilliant blooming wildflowers, intensely sniffing them and picking away the dead to ensure that the flowers grew tall and strong for seasons to come. Maybe he should've been made the honorary gardener, rather than WindClan's leader.

Naturally, he saved the best for the best- how the blue flowers reminded him of Ravenstar, of her enamoring periwinkle eyes...those lovely pools that she had so kindly donated to not one, but both of their sons. It was so hard to not fall in love with her all over again, every time he met her when she was such a generous mother and caring leader. His heart and soul belonged to her.

With Bumblekit still being too young to venture out of camp and into the dangerous territory, Stormstar took it upon himself to bring the territory to his son. While WindClan camp was lovely, his son wouldn't understand the true beauty of their home until he was able to wonder the land himself. By the time Bumblekit was an apprentice, the flowers might no longer be in bloom. So Stormstar simply had to share the best of what the land had to offer with his son while it lasted.

The silver-and-black leader sat among the flowers, purring to himself as he existed in a state of reverie that nobody but Ravenstar could possibly understand. He plucked the finest flowers for his son, only to pause mid-daydream.

...What was he supposed to be doing again?

"...Hare-dung." The gentle-natured leader mumbled to himself, realizing that he'd become distracted once again.