all in the golden afternoon [c]

The Clan was in desperate need of a morale boost. The changing of the season had brought many tragedies, one of which was now the famine. It was easy to be negative, and it was easy to only focus on the worst, but Thymepaw was a firm believer in the power of optimism, and she intended to spread it. She wasn't sure how many flowers would be in bloom with the incoming cold, and she wanted to take the opportunity to pick as many as she could before they too started to lessen in number until Greenleaf, just like the prey. Flower crowns, although material, was the best way that Thymepaw could think of bringing some sort of joy to her Clanmates' lives. Who didn't like flowers? They were versatile, pretty, fragrant, and each had their own meanings.

Thymepaw wasn't sure what they all meant, but she liked to give them a meaning anyway. Today's crown for Littleflower was to be made of roses and violets, which meant admiration and faithfulness respectively. Thymepaw had no littermates, and the warrior was the closest she had to an older sister. It only made sense for her to receive the first crown. She kept herself to the corner of camp, fixing up any rough edges before she finally spotted Littleflower.
"Littleflower!" She called out before picking up her flower crown and darting over.
"Hi. Sorry if this is a bad time or anything, but I made this for you. Do you like it? I... I just wanted to thank you for being like a sister to me. It means a lot. Do you like it?"

Thymepaw's eyes lit up as Littleflower gave her an affectionate lick on top of the head. Oh, she couldn't even express how glad she was to know that the warrior liked her gift. She noticed the tears that were forming in the she-cat's eyes as she looked up at her.
"Oh, Littleflower, I had no idea this would mean so much." She breathed out.
Thymepaw believed that tears were necessary for everyone, whether happy or sad. Crying was important because sometimes it was the best way to process an emotion, but she realized that many cats were against it because being perceived as vulnerable wasn't ideal.

"It makes me very happy to know you like it. I picked the flowers out specifically because they mean admiration and faithfulness and I just admire you so much. You're so very strong. You've overcome a lot but you're still a very kind cat and a great warrior." Thymepaw said, smiling ever so slightly.
"Strength is so praiseworthy. It's something that every cat needs at a time like this."