once upon a snowy morn [open]
Dec 1, 2013 13:34:45 GMT -8
Dec 1, 2013 13:34:45 GMT -8
spottedface
DON'T BE SHY BABY WE'RE ALL SUPERSTARS
Very rarely did Spottedface not take pride in WindClan's tradition of sleeping in sight of StarClan, with no cover over their heads. Those times usually coincided with rain or snow, when the Clan's cats curled up in piles rather than clumps for warmth. So, naturally, when Spottedface awoke and had to swipe her paws over her face several times to clear it enough to open her eyes, she thought wistfully of the stories she'd heard of the other Clans' dens--things that trapped the body heat of the cats in them and sheltered them from the elements. Instead of ever commenting on that wistfulness, she simply wriggled her way out of the pile of warriors she'd fallen alseep in.
Spottedface stretched leisurely, tail straight and jaws gaping in a yawn. Her ears lay flat to her head during that time, and she shook herself afterwards, knocking more snow off her pelt. She wished she could have seen herself before she'd woken, seen how close to pure white her black and white pelt had become. Since that was impossible, she sat, curled her tail around her paws, and raised one to begin her morning grooming routine. Lave her paw with her tongue, drag it over the right side of her face, draw it back down to lave again, then onto the left side, then another lave to clean the paw before using one claw to delicately clean any debris from her ears.
And that was to say nothing of her routine for her body. First the chest, in quick efficient little licks, then her shoulders--right and then left, like her face--before she moved on to her forelegs and sides. Spottedface always saved her tail for last, snagging it and drawing it close for an efficient grooming and dislodging of grass and dirt. An immaculate appearance did wonders for impressions, first and those thereafter. She gave herself a once-over and nodded approvingly. Her fur sported the subtle sheen she worked hard to keep, the black portions seeming to have an edge of deep blue to them with the reflected light. No doubt her eyes were as vivid and stunning as ever against the backdrop of dark and light fur on her face.
Her stomach rumbled lightly, and she debated the relative merits of eating before she went out hunting or simply skipping that step and leaving more for elders and kits. WindClan had been blessed with little trouble with prey this leafbare, but that didn't mean that they weren't a priority. Sighing, she rose and decided to examine the size of the fresh-kill pile and make her decision from there.
Spottedface stretched leisurely, tail straight and jaws gaping in a yawn. Her ears lay flat to her head during that time, and she shook herself afterwards, knocking more snow off her pelt. She wished she could have seen herself before she'd woken, seen how close to pure white her black and white pelt had become. Since that was impossible, she sat, curled her tail around her paws, and raised one to begin her morning grooming routine. Lave her paw with her tongue, drag it over the right side of her face, draw it back down to lave again, then onto the left side, then another lave to clean the paw before using one claw to delicately clean any debris from her ears.
And that was to say nothing of her routine for her body. First the chest, in quick efficient little licks, then her shoulders--right and then left, like her face--before she moved on to her forelegs and sides. Spottedface always saved her tail for last, snagging it and drawing it close for an efficient grooming and dislodging of grass and dirt. An immaculate appearance did wonders for impressions, first and those thereafter. She gave herself a once-over and nodded approvingly. Her fur sported the subtle sheen she worked hard to keep, the black portions seeming to have an edge of deep blue to them with the reflected light. No doubt her eyes were as vivid and stunning as ever against the backdrop of dark and light fur on her face.
Her stomach rumbled lightly, and she debated the relative merits of eating before she went out hunting or simply skipping that step and leaving more for elders and kits. WindClan had been blessed with little trouble with prey this leafbare, but that didn't mean that they weren't a priority. Sighing, she rose and decided to examine the size of the fresh-kill pile and make her decision from there.