Post by Fae Magic on Nov 22, 2020 17:59:43 GMT -5
"My words will either attract a strong mind or offend a weak mind."~Primrosepetal
The chill raced through her and her tired blue eyes stared up at the trees that looked so barren without their usual greenery on top. Those beautiful green leaves were now a pile of golden orange, brown, and yellow at her paws. She looked down at her paws and the leaves beneath them; giving them a lazy sweep to brush aside and hear the crunch of the dryness break and crackle beneath the weight of her pads. Lifting herself to her paws she didn't even check with the other warriors within the camp to see what they were doing or if they needed her before she was moving swiftly across the camp and out of the entrance into the territory beyond. Her mind was foggy and her sleep-deprived eyes that were stinging sore from lack of rest sought out a rather familiar spot that always soothed her. After the run in with Glacierspring Primrosepetal was doing all she could to avoid the tom. Their encounter did not end well and she had given up hope of reconnecting with the young warrior in hopes to amend her wrongs against him. Instead, her overdriven mind would not let her sleep from worry and stress which started affecting her focus. She didn't even have the want to hunt properly.
Shaking off her blurry vision the pale cream ginger molly found herself at the edge of the Wildflower Clearing. A clearing that is the source of Falconstorm and Sagepaw's garden of herbal ingredients that bloomed all sorts of different plants that had aided her clan for as long as Treeclan had been around. For Primrosepetal, this place was a place of solace and peace for her. She did not seem to mind that it was cold; well her brain didn't want to tell her that it probably wouldn't be a good idea to stay out here long as the sun was sinking low on the horizon. Pretty soon her breath will come out as white vapor in front of her eyes. She did not seem to notice nor did she seem to understand with her tired worrisome brain. She found a comfortable spot to lay down partly hidden by some herbal stalks still in bloom even with Leaf-fall approaching full blast. She stared through the stalks until her eyes seemed to fall like heavy stones.
Primrosepetal jolted awake at the sound of crunching nearby. Her pale eyes glittered in the moonlight and stars lightened up her features as she looked up in horror realizing that it was indeed nighttime. She'd fallen asleep without even realizing it! How long had she been gone? Was anyone looking for her or realized she'd been gone?! The hooting of an owl grounded her as she chose to begin her journey home. But, when she tried to stand to her paws her legs were stiff from the cold that they shook and made her whimper at the pain that her half asleep and cold legs brought on by her weight she carelessly had used. She lay back down on the ground; the only spot around her that was still warm from her body heat. She felt her body shivering from the cold and she knew she needed to get home quick. She had thick fur for the Leaf-fall and Leaf-bare seasons but that didn't mean she was able to stay out for as long as she had without a problem. Attempting again to rise on shaky paws she managed to lean herself up against a tree that bordered the edge of the field where she had fallen asleep and took a deep breath; the icy air stinging her lungs.
"I hear you, you cannot hide from me!" she called remembering that she had indeed heard a sound of leave crunching underfoot. The type of crunch a large animal or cat would make and here she was unprepared and off-kilter. If whomever out there wanted to she'd be dead already she knew that much. Stupid little Primrosepetal! What had she gotten herself into?
Shaking off her blurry vision the pale cream ginger molly found herself at the edge of the Wildflower Clearing. A clearing that is the source of Falconstorm and Sagepaw's garden of herbal ingredients that bloomed all sorts of different plants that had aided her clan for as long as Treeclan had been around. For Primrosepetal, this place was a place of solace and peace for her. She did not seem to mind that it was cold; well her brain didn't want to tell her that it probably wouldn't be a good idea to stay out here long as the sun was sinking low on the horizon. Pretty soon her breath will come out as white vapor in front of her eyes. She did not seem to notice nor did she seem to understand with her tired worrisome brain. She found a comfortable spot to lay down partly hidden by some herbal stalks still in bloom even with Leaf-fall approaching full blast. She stared through the stalks until her eyes seemed to fall like heavy stones.
Primrosepetal jolted awake at the sound of crunching nearby. Her pale eyes glittered in the moonlight and stars lightened up her features as she looked up in horror realizing that it was indeed nighttime. She'd fallen asleep without even realizing it! How long had she been gone? Was anyone looking for her or realized she'd been gone?! The hooting of an owl grounded her as she chose to begin her journey home. But, when she tried to stand to her paws her legs were stiff from the cold that they shook and made her whimper at the pain that her half asleep and cold legs brought on by her weight she carelessly had used. She lay back down on the ground; the only spot around her that was still warm from her body heat. She felt her body shivering from the cold and she knew she needed to get home quick. She had thick fur for the Leaf-fall and Leaf-bare seasons but that didn't mean she was able to stay out for as long as she had without a problem. Attempting again to rise on shaky paws she managed to lean herself up against a tree that bordered the edge of the field where she had fallen asleep and took a deep breath; the icy air stinging her lungs.
"I hear you, you cannot hide from me!" she called remembering that she had indeed heard a sound of leave crunching underfoot. The type of crunch a large animal or cat would make and here she was unprepared and off-kilter. If whomever out there wanted to she'd be dead already she knew that much. Stupid little Primrosepetal! What had she gotten herself into?
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