Post by KARAZHAL on Apr 25, 2020 23:15:49 GMT -5
sagekit of treeclan
MAKE THE BEST OF THEIR WORST AND NEVER
COMPROMISE WHAT YOU FEEL IS RIGHT
COMPROMISE WHAT YOU FEEL IS RIGHT
More and more, Sagekit was becoming restless with life in the nursery. It was even more evident with the beginning of Newleaf. She was weaned long ago and had been eating prey like the warriors for moons now. The little molly's bright mind needed to be challenged, or she tended to get into trouble by intruding on other cats' personal space. When pouncing and killing dragonflies did not cure her boredom, sometimes her parents would bring back wounded birds to prepare her for apprenticeship, the day when her name would change and she would never be back to the nursery except maybe to have her own kits or support her sister's kits.
With her mother's permission after some repeated asking, she was finally allowed to leave the nursery as long as she stayed within the huge log. She played with Acornkit excitedly, tussling and leaping around, even climbing up the walls and hanging upside down with her razor-sharp kitten claws. After a good romp, Acornkit said she was hungry and left Sagekit to her own devices.
Sagekit wandered up the big log highway, sizing up the apprentices and warriors padding through camp. Her shrewd eyes scrutinized everyone who passed by, judging them lightheartedly for their pelt cleanliness or whatever they were doing. The imaginative she-cat made up all kinds of stories for what her fellow clanmates did. "--and Falconstorm's in here being stinky," she giggled to herself, prancing past the hole that led into his smelly den. Sagekit stopped when she completely passed it and proceeded to reverse. "Huh?" The blue Somali's nose twitched, and her dark golden eyes peered inside the dusky den. It was stinky, as usual, but blood mixed heavily with the heady scent of Falconstorm's herbs. Sagekit's ears bent back; this kind of smell tended to be pleasurable since it meant she'd been succesful in her battle- and hunting-play, but this seemed a bit much, almost concerning even.
Not wanting to get into trouble, Sagekit looked around, hoping no one was paying attention to her weasel-like body slipping into the den hole and down the huge hollow branch. She passed the nooks of herbs cautiously. Her head bobbed while her little nose worked, investigating the sour smell. Carefully, without breaking a stick underpaw, Sagekit snuck to one of the beds where a black and white pelt could be seen. She crawled up to the moss, nostrils flared, taking in Badgerstrike's scent. The small tuxedo she-cat reeked of infection--not that Sagekit knew that, just that her breath and fur stank.
Sagekit saw a large section of the cat's body had cobwebs stuck to it, stained by pus. You look like you don't feel so well, she thought with pity for the dying cat, but she didn't dare touch her. Sagekit looked around, expecting to see Falconstorm's eyes gleaming somewhere.
With her mother's permission after some repeated asking, she was finally allowed to leave the nursery as long as she stayed within the huge log. She played with Acornkit excitedly, tussling and leaping around, even climbing up the walls and hanging upside down with her razor-sharp kitten claws. After a good romp, Acornkit said she was hungry and left Sagekit to her own devices.
Sagekit wandered up the big log highway, sizing up the apprentices and warriors padding through camp. Her shrewd eyes scrutinized everyone who passed by, judging them lightheartedly for their pelt cleanliness or whatever they were doing. The imaginative she-cat made up all kinds of stories for what her fellow clanmates did. "--and Falconstorm's in here being stinky," she giggled to herself, prancing past the hole that led into his smelly den. Sagekit stopped when she completely passed it and proceeded to reverse. "Huh?" The blue Somali's nose twitched, and her dark golden eyes peered inside the dusky den. It was stinky, as usual, but blood mixed heavily with the heady scent of Falconstorm's herbs. Sagekit's ears bent back; this kind of smell tended to be pleasurable since it meant she'd been succesful in her battle- and hunting-play, but this seemed a bit much, almost concerning even.
Not wanting to get into trouble, Sagekit looked around, hoping no one was paying attention to her weasel-like body slipping into the den hole and down the huge hollow branch. She passed the nooks of herbs cautiously. Her head bobbed while her little nose worked, investigating the sour smell. Carefully, without breaking a stick underpaw, Sagekit snuck to one of the beds where a black and white pelt could be seen. She crawled up to the moss, nostrils flared, taking in Badgerstrike's scent. The small tuxedo she-cat reeked of infection--not that Sagekit knew that, just that her breath and fur stank.
Sagekit saw a large section of the cat's body had cobwebs stuck to it, stained by pus. You look like you don't feel so well, she thought with pity for the dying cat, but she didn't dare touch her. Sagekit looked around, expecting to see Falconstorm's eyes gleaming somewhere.
tagged for Justice with falconstorm! getting sagekit used to the mc life one culled npc at a time. backdated to newleaf 1 #944c82
MADE BY MINNIE OF FTS & GANGNAM STYLE
