A Prickly Situation (Wolfpaw/Open)
Jan 4, 2014 14:54:34 GMT -8
Jan 4, 2014 14:54:34 GMT -8
A Prickly Situation
So give me something to believe
Rumbling in a low baritone, their bellies bursting with unborn snowflakes, a heavy horde of clouds huddled above. They were not yet menacing in nature, but what they promised was far from welcomed. The whole thing was especially grim in comparison to the previous state of things. It had been a particularly pleasant afternoon. Even the measly mice withdrew from their burrows to enjoy the weak light of day. But, like all good things the brief respite of warm weather was coming to an end. Darkness was quick upon the heels of the sun, and with it followed a foreboding storm.
Within the tender embrace of the medicine cat’s corner of camp, though, the weather was not a beast of burden. Hidden by an entrance of thickly woven ferns, it seemed as if the outside world stood still. Peace was preserved within the little clearing, glinting in a shallow pond and whispering between the split stones. To put it simply, it was exactly where Snowfoot wanted to be.
He had just arrived form a hunting patrol with his sister and her former apprentice. The small group was well acquainted and generally got along on good terms. Of course, Paleflower had turned the whole thing into a competition. But Snowfoot could not find fault in it. She wanted to be the best the clan had to offer, and the white warrior did not doubt that success would follow. It took a great deal of drive to keep a clan in check. Many a warrior assumed that life in the top was filled with leisurely strolls and quick decisions. Such assumptions alone made them unfit. It took someone with an open mind, a strong will, and the ability to follow orders. Yes, Paleflower would go far somehow or other, and in her own way.
What brought him to the medicine cat’s clearing, shoving his tall body through the entrance with one foot carefully tucked away from the forest floor, was something fairly trivial. While chasing after a startled starling with Paleflower, Snowfoot had made the mistake of jumping into the thorny claws of a bramble bush. He had gotten out of the whole ordeal without losing any blood, thankfully. Still, a few tufts of hair had been lost in the grisly war against the plant. Even worse, one nasty little bugger had lodged itself into the biggest pad of his massive right hindpaw. It needed to go.
Thrusting his head past the fern arch the olive eyed feline looked across the immediate vicinity for one of the two healers. In a warm, deep mew he called out “Anyone home?”
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Words - 437
Tagged - Wolfpaw
Notes - This is meant for Wolfpaw, but I figured I'd leave it open for others just in case. <3
Within the tender embrace of the medicine cat’s corner of camp, though, the weather was not a beast of burden. Hidden by an entrance of thickly woven ferns, it seemed as if the outside world stood still. Peace was preserved within the little clearing, glinting in a shallow pond and whispering between the split stones. To put it simply, it was exactly where Snowfoot wanted to be.
He had just arrived form a hunting patrol with his sister and her former apprentice. The small group was well acquainted and generally got along on good terms. Of course, Paleflower had turned the whole thing into a competition. But Snowfoot could not find fault in it. She wanted to be the best the clan had to offer, and the white warrior did not doubt that success would follow. It took a great deal of drive to keep a clan in check. Many a warrior assumed that life in the top was filled with leisurely strolls and quick decisions. Such assumptions alone made them unfit. It took someone with an open mind, a strong will, and the ability to follow orders. Yes, Paleflower would go far somehow or other, and in her own way.
What brought him to the medicine cat’s clearing, shoving his tall body through the entrance with one foot carefully tucked away from the forest floor, was something fairly trivial. While chasing after a startled starling with Paleflower, Snowfoot had made the mistake of jumping into the thorny claws of a bramble bush. He had gotten out of the whole ordeal without losing any blood, thankfully. Still, a few tufts of hair had been lost in the grisly war against the plant. Even worse, one nasty little bugger had lodged itself into the biggest pad of his massive right hindpaw. It needed to go.
Thrusting his head past the fern arch the olive eyed feline looked across the immediate vicinity for one of the two healers. In a warm, deep mew he called out “Anyone home?”
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Words - 437
Tagged - Wolfpaw
Notes - This is meant for Wolfpaw, but I figured I'd leave it open for others just in case. <3
