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Originally Posted by woly
daypaw was to busy. everything seemed to be piling up. they were tired,mainly from the countless hours they had spent searching,searching for anything. any herbs, but nothing. with the weather growing colder it was hard, and coming back from the flood, most of theirs were water damaged or destroyed completely. it sucked ass honestly. but there was nothing they could do and it frustrated them. they were to focused on staring angrily at their herb wall to notice acronfall walk in, only perking up once they felt his soft fur against their cheek. looking away they leaned into him for a moment, before pulling away completely. ready for..what? they thought for a moment. they stared at the elder, eyes growing lidded with lack of sleep, soon dazing off into a daydream. they were only caught out of their daze once they were a sound of their own tail swaying across the ground, shaking their head. things had been taking a toll,"right, your whisker therapy. shall we go into the clearing?" |
Giving Daypaw an uncertain look, Acornfall nodded quickly and padded to the entrance of the den, waiting for the medicine cat to follow behind him. Pushing out of the den, the elder gazed around the clearing as his eyes dilated in the warm sun, although a chilly leaf-fall breeze rushed over him. Shivering slightly, the tom fluffed out his fur and sauntered his way over to a sunny patch in hopes of avoiding anymore bone-chilling winds and clan-mates. The last thing he wanted was to wipe out a fellow Shadowclan cat by accident. Not just in case they were injured, but more so Daypaw didn't have another cat to treat. Acornfall glanced back towards the medicine den, his eyes a rounded with worry as he looked over the other. They looked as if they hadn't slept for ages. Maybe they were lonely? Making a mental note to ask later (as well as a few other things), the tom-cat offered a warm smile and waved his tail.
"My whiskers will be grown in by the time you get over here, you slowpoke!"