[Akira]

Bumbleflight's jaws parted in a low yawn, his amber eyes still blurry from sleep. It had been some days since Brightpath passed, and the dark brown tabby was beginning to feel better, both physically and mentally. He still mourned for his friend, and occasionally visited them at Willow's Rise, but he'd made a promise to them about being better, and he intended to keep it. He would train one of his apprentices, but his paws were still a bit sore, and he still wasn't in a good mental place: he didn't want to burden Rainpaw and Flamepaw with his baggage, after all. But what could he do now? He had just woken from sleep, but he was already bored. Hmm...

Bumbleflight sat up, and it was then that he noticed some stray leaves and twigs in his fur, and he clicked his tongue irritably. Ah, his pelt was a mess: he might as well be an actual part of the forest now! When was the last time he groomed? Probably before his friend's death... Well, at least he now had something to do. The dark brown tabby immediately began to work on cleaning his fur, picking out bits of pieces of who knows what from his pelt. There were bits of bracken, twigs, leaves, burrs, and other things buried in his pelt. Ugh. He would've liked to yank everything out, but he didn't want to tear off some fur while doing so. As such, it was slow progress but, eventually, everything was out of his pelt. He even started a little mountain from all the junk. One burr in particular had been feisty, stuck on his cream belly, but Bumbleflight managed to take it out. But while he had a wide range of mobility, the young warrior couldn't reach his back. He couldn't tell if there was more stuff there, nor could he groom.

He groaned. Well, that was irritating, but he couldn't really do much about it, could he? A small frown on his face, Bumbleflight began to groom his fur, working to return it to it's former sleek form, starting with his bushy tail... Well, he would, but there was definitely something on his back, and it was interrupting him from doing so. Ugh... Should he get help? He didn't know or talk to too many cats, but whatever was on his back was going to drive him insane. But would anyone even be willing to help in something so minor? Probably not. So, in an admittedly embarrassing show, Bumbleflight began to struggle to get whatever was on his back, his brow furrowed in deep concentration. He was just a paw away from getting it, he could tell! But he just couldn't! He just... Needed-!

And now, there's a weird, dark brown tabby wriggling like a worm in the clearing, trying to get something buried in the fur ok his back.

(Open!)