Sun Mote Copse [NaWOWriMo] so come sit down, will you talk with me now

1. Something happens and your character gains a superpower

pup-life was the sweet-life, according to weejay. you had free room service, endless sources of cuddles, food whenever you wanted it (although as of late, weejay had noticed the milk drying up, no pun intended), and endless free time to romp and to play with willing friends.

only today, weejay woke up and saw the most peculiar thing. around her a veritable garden had grown; there were lilacs and orchids and forsythia, all woven together like nature's handbasket -- roses, tulips, a bed of soft clover underneath her belly... she blinked, confused but entirely delighted; where had the flowers come from?

rising from her bed of luscious clover and moss with a luxurious yawn, weejay gently stepped over a hem of daisies. as she did so, she stepped on the dull and flat surface of the den -- suddenly, what was bare and drab became splendid. a wreath of moss, vibrant and green, grew underfoot. the longer she stood, the more greens curled and fluttered around her feet; a tapestry woven of green and pink and spring-time yellow; if she stood too long, the plants folded and withered.




carefully, weejay placed her paw on another bare stretch of substrate. this time sunflowers burst from the ground, rising steadily until they were six feet high; their faces burst in a supernove of yellow, while daffodils and poppies bobbed their heads underneath.

this was too much for weejay -- with a trill of excitement the girl skipped across the den, flowers shooting up from the ground with every step. she had to show @Elfie this, immediately!