Post by Deleted on Jul 24, 2016 4:46:43 GMT -5
The silver and black tabby strode rather confidently toward the stream that marked the border between RainClan and StoneClan. To anyone watching, it would seem odd to see the usually clumsy and stuttering cat moving with such grace, but it was only when unseen that Ottersplash’s true gait came out.
He was on a mission to gather herbs, and had decided to skip warrior protection in favor of some alone time. He’d be lying if he said the situation in RainClan wasn’t stressing him out. Travelling alone may not have been the best idea, but he felt he needed to get away, get some fresh air. And it was helping. As he got farther away from RainClan’s camp, his muscles eased and his mind cleared, and he was more able to focus on the small freedom stretching his long legs gave him.
It didn’t take him too long to reach his destination. There was a nice breeze blowing, and he closed his eyes and breathed in, enjoying the peace. After a few moments, he opened his eyes and began walking along the border. His stash of horsetail had run low, and he wanted to collect a little coltsfoot as well; one of the elders had been complaining of a stomachache. He probably could have found either closer to camp, but he welcomed the excuse to get away for a bit.
It was the horsetail he found first. Using the technique Swanfeather had shown him, he pawed at the earth at the base of the plant, before reaching his head down low to clip the stem near the base. As he dropped the first stem beside him, he smiled softly at the clean cut. In the beginning of his apprenticeship, it was something he had struggled with. He vaguely hoped that Swanfeather would be at least mildly proud of his progress, but he knew it was unlikely she’d find out given the split. He sighed softly before going back to his task.
Once he had developed a small mouthful, he stopped, leaving a bit of the herb still rooted in the ground. Taking the time to stretch out his neck, he looked around. He was still alone, thankfully. His throat was dry from collecting the plants, and he looked toward the stream. He stepped closer, peering down into the water. It didn’t look too deep, but that didn’t prevent his heart from beating just a little faster. He edged closer, worried that one wrong step would send him in. Ottersplash lowered himself to the ground, inching even closer.
Getting as close as he dared, he began to lap at the water, flinching back every few seconds as droplets flicked against his face. Heavily focused on not touching the water, he glanced around often, terrified of someone coming up and startling him enough to make him lose his footing and fall in. Shallow as it was, it was still water, and he knew he’d panic, which would make a seemingly safe situation far more dangerous.
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Greenleaf 18
Fawn
what even is titles
He was on a mission to gather herbs, and had decided to skip warrior protection in favor of some alone time. He’d be lying if he said the situation in RainClan wasn’t stressing him out. Travelling alone may not have been the best idea, but he felt he needed to get away, get some fresh air. And it was helping. As he got farther away from RainClan’s camp, his muscles eased and his mind cleared, and he was more able to focus on the small freedom stretching his long legs gave him.
It didn’t take him too long to reach his destination. There was a nice breeze blowing, and he closed his eyes and breathed in, enjoying the peace. After a few moments, he opened his eyes and began walking along the border. His stash of horsetail had run low, and he wanted to collect a little coltsfoot as well; one of the elders had been complaining of a stomachache. He probably could have found either closer to camp, but he welcomed the excuse to get away for a bit.
It was the horsetail he found first. Using the technique Swanfeather had shown him, he pawed at the earth at the base of the plant, before reaching his head down low to clip the stem near the base. As he dropped the first stem beside him, he smiled softly at the clean cut. In the beginning of his apprenticeship, it was something he had struggled with. He vaguely hoped that Swanfeather would be at least mildly proud of his progress, but he knew it was unlikely she’d find out given the split. He sighed softly before going back to his task.
Once he had developed a small mouthful, he stopped, leaving a bit of the herb still rooted in the ground. Taking the time to stretch out his neck, he looked around. He was still alone, thankfully. His throat was dry from collecting the plants, and he looked toward the stream. He stepped closer, peering down into the water. It didn’t look too deep, but that didn’t prevent his heart from beating just a little faster. He edged closer, worried that one wrong step would send him in. Ottersplash lowered himself to the ground, inching even closer.
Getting as close as he dared, he began to lap at the water, flinching back every few seconds as droplets flicked against his face. Heavily focused on not touching the water, he glanced around often, terrified of someone coming up and startling him enough to make him lose his footing and fall in. Shallow as it was, it was still water, and he knew he’d panic, which would make a seemingly safe situation far more dangerous.
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Greenleaf 18
Fawn
what even is titles
