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Lily Of The Valley - Blog Posts
though the fires climb higher
they will not match the heat of my rage
in time i will drag you down into hell with me
Lily of the Valley clan Warrior
Staghorn
Parents: Verioroar and Begonia
Siblings: Corvidcliff, Bearhop and Ploverdance
Mate: Dovevine
Kits: Sheeppaw, Novapaw and Cometpaw
A quiet kit in a litter of four, Stagkit was often accidentally overlooked by her sisters and her Mother's. As an apprentice, she was given a not so great mentor. This mentor, Laurelbelly, would constantly dump all his woes onto his small apprentice. Venting every life inconvenience onto Stagpaw. Over the many moons of training, Stagpaw began to withdraw into herself more and more. Finding solace in the realities of her own mind, Staghorn lives inside her own head. She only began to become close with Dovevine when the two reached the start of their adulthood. The young tom never seemed to frown, a permanent grin across his face. One day when she came to the medicine den, she accidentally saw something she shouldn't have. Dovevine was looking in the corner of his den a deep twisted grimace across his face. Staghorn had never seen something so raw and real. She immediately became enchanted by him. As a couple these two are obsessed with each other. Only they can see each other's most hidden and deep emotions.
As a mother Staghorn often neglects her kits, she doesn't hate them. She is just neutral on the matter. She often finds herself daydreaming of a mate and kits before realizing she already has that.
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Lily of the Valley
Upon a green hill
Under a lone tree
There I found it,
The Lily of the Valley
On a bright day
It sat morose
With its sweet, white face
Hung meekly towards the hill’s toes
In a patch of grass and fern,
And carnations auburn
Solemn tears adorned its bell-shaped head
Making me think of its words unsaid
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A little poem I wrote for my English exercise about personification :)
your f/o brought you flowers! what kind(s) would they be? 💐
Day 6: Drooling. Inspired by the Lily of the valley flower. 🌼
King of the Garden, ink on paper
Tout frais cueilli du jardin, on le dit porte-bonheur , mais attention,
C'est une plante très toxique voire mortelle.
Dany ERDOCIO