Post by io on Sept 8, 2024 2:39:42 GMT
THE MINOR ANNOYANCES LIKE YOU
Leaf-fall / Year 1 / Fall Moon
Minkwhisker pays a reluctant visit to Mallowfrost on a chilly autumn evening.
A chilly breeze swept across SummitClan camp, making the rusty brown tom scowl and shiver in his pelt. As he returned from his evening patrol today, he thought to himself that he could not be more relieved to see the camp. During this breezy autumn evening, patrolling should have been an easy and possibly enjoyable task. However, Minkwhisker was hardly the cat to appreciate its beauty. He instead focused, pessimistically, on the little things that bothered him - Elkstar’s immaturity, the weird amount of salmon, and even the way the wind buffeted his fur.
And especially this thorn in his paw.
He walked with a slight limp, hidden so that no nosy Clanmate might judge him for his temporary weakness.
That stupid little problem had bothered him for days, but Minkwhisker was wary enough of his sister to avoid getting it checked out. Instead, the stubborn tom had walked on it for nearly three days now. He had bit and scratched and clawed at it to the best of his own ability with no relief. Only when it began to bleed and swell did he resign to his fate of consulting Mallowfrost.
“Mallowfrost?” he growled rather formally as he approached the cascade of vines concealing the medicine cat’s den. The thick scent of herbs made him wrinkle his nose in disgust. Did his sister even know what she was doing with these strange plants? Annoyance was written plainly across the russet tabby’s face, and if Mallowfrost was to appear, she certainly wouldn’t be greeted pleasantly.
Leaf-fall / Year 1 / Fall Moon
Minkwhisker pays a reluctant visit to Mallowfrost on a chilly autumn evening.
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A chilly breeze swept across SummitClan camp, making the rusty brown tom scowl and shiver in his pelt. As he returned from his evening patrol today, he thought to himself that he could not be more relieved to see the camp. During this breezy autumn evening, patrolling should have been an easy and possibly enjoyable task. However, Minkwhisker was hardly the cat to appreciate its beauty. He instead focused, pessimistically, on the little things that bothered him - Elkstar’s immaturity, the weird amount of salmon, and even the way the wind buffeted his fur.
And especially this thorn in his paw.
He walked with a slight limp, hidden so that no nosy Clanmate might judge him for his temporary weakness.
That stupid little problem had bothered him for days, but Minkwhisker was wary enough of his sister to avoid getting it checked out. Instead, the stubborn tom had walked on it for nearly three days now. He had bit and scratched and clawed at it to the best of his own ability with no relief. Only when it began to bleed and swell did he resign to his fate of consulting Mallowfrost.
“Mallowfrost?” he growled rather formally as he approached the cascade of vines concealing the medicine cat’s den. The thick scent of herbs made him wrinkle his nose in disgust. Did his sister even know what she was doing with these strange plants? Annoyance was written plainly across the russet tabby’s face, and if Mallowfrost was to appear, she certainly wouldn’t be greeted pleasantly.
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Last Edit: Sept 8, 2024 5:26:54 GMT by io
The air had begun the transition from hot and sticky Greenleaf nights, to a chillier tone. It wasn't a horrible transition but a welcome one for the longhaired feline, whose body had struggled more throughout the hot Greenleaf weather. Paws worked tirelessly on organizing the storage for the upcoming Leafbare. With the chill happening so soon, it would not surprise her if the first snow fell during the Leaf-Fall moons. Whiskers twitching with anticipation of the snow, she found herself worrying over things she could not control.
