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@Silver Fishie
Shinefang stretched his jaws wide in a deep yawn. The cool air of the early morning in Skyclan camp filled his senses with the damp scent of oncoming rain, a greenleaf shower was coming. He didn't just know that from the smell. His joints were killing him this morning. His fur was still bunched and matted from sleep, but he had gone to try and groom himself and given up when his stiff leg erupted sharp pain as he tried to force it closer to his tongue. He was sure he looked like a matted old rogue. Normally, his comfrey-lined nest took care of the worst of his joint pain, but the leaves he was using were old and he didn't have many fresh ones left. You never knew when an apprentice was going to limp into his den with a broken leg in his line of work. He'd have to get more today, and he figured it was better to brave the morning damp and deal with a little extra pain and stiffness than let his clanmates see him like this. With his teeth clenched, the old tom shambled toward the clearing entrance as quietly as if he was stalking prey. |
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Ringpaw stretched, shaking out her calico fur. Her yawn was large, exposing tiny white teeth as sharp as flint and a long pink tongue. Opening her eyes again, she padded from the apprentice’s den. She had had a good night’s rest, and her maw was graced with a large grin. She had killed her first piece of prey in over half a moon, Snapbranch letting her go on a solitary hunt. She had killed a small mouse, very plump with the abundance of food in the upcoming seasons, but slow and its movements were groggy. She had felt so pleased to see her mouse chosen by a small molly with flaming ginger fur. Amberfire was apparently her name, and she even saw Ringpaw staring at the mouse and came over to compliment her hunting once the molly had connected the dots. Ringpaw hadn’t mentioned that her mentor had pointed out the mouse scent trail, and chased it into her paws. But, nevertheless, she had killed it, so she was technically the person who caught it. Right? Surveying camp, she trotted over to the fresh kill pile in hopes of a breakfast. The sun was just rising over the horizon, the crest of light brightening the camp clearing. The air was slightly moist, hinting to a shower, common in green-leaf. Her smile soon faded when she noticed the empty divot in the ground. Only a stiff old crow and a squirrel tail was left. Sticking out her pink tongue, she decided to wait until midday when the other patrols would come back. The chances of her catching anything were about zero. Looking around the clearing once more, she saw a familiar yellow pelt tottering towards camp entrance. “Shinefang! Over here!” She called to him, and she bounded across the dusty ground in seven long strides. “Where are you going?” She asked noisily, her green eyes glimmering as she peered towards the tom. He seemed to be limping. “Are you okay?” She asked, a hint of concern. |
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(You may either move us or post her and I'll move us at my turn.) |
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@Dream
Now this was a rarity: Shinefang actually had a moment to himslef. There were no patients to check on, all the herbs he wanted to dry had been set out in the sunny spot of his den, he had ample water-soaked moss, and to top it all off he had just finished off a good meal of squirrel. With his belly full, the old tom found a spot just outside of his den entrance that was bathed in warm sunlight, sank to the warm earth, and closed his eye to wait for a nap to carry him off. But though his body was still, his mind was still working. He thought about how borage was beginning to run low and he'd need more of that soon with Skyclan expecting more litters. Also, the moss in the patient nests was getting dry. That would need to be changed out. And when was the last time he looked over his supply of parsley to see if any of it was still good? "Some retirement," the old tom grumbled to himself under his breath. He had given up warrior duties when he was finally able to admit to himself that he could no longer keep up with the younger cats on patrol. He thought staying in the medicine den all day caring for patients would be easy. He had new realized how much there would be to do, and he had to do it all himself. Still, no one was dying just at the moment. Maybe if he just shut his eye for a second, everything would look easier when he opened it again. With that thought, the old tom drifted into a light doze. |
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