Two flowers (Closed for Sombra)

Lilyheart was out of camp, the walls feeling suffocating with the battle looming, she wasn't participating so it all seemed much worse. She didn't have adrenaline running through her veins and she didn't have the power to know if the battle parties would be alright, Lilyheart was skeptical, her claws hardly having torn any flesh or spilled any blood except that of kin. Lilyheart was naive to the woes of war, having never seen such horrific scenes or rushed into battle with pure intention to injure. She wanted peace for all, she didn't want to see bloodshed and she was sure as the rest of her clan mates that they didn't want to see any more dead clanmates either.

Lilyheart padded close to the Fallen Oak, the scent of a Thunderclan strong enough to shake her out of her thoughts. Blinking she looked into Thunderclan territory for the Thunderclan cat. "Who's there?" Lilyheart asked, her tone showing confidence but with underlying tones of kind inquiry. Lilyheart hoped the cat would feel the same kind of momentary truce as she did.