Blue Skies (open) Aug 26, 2012 15:35:19 GMT -6
Post by Mistgaze on Aug 26, 2012 15:35:19 GMT -6
Larksing groomed her pelt, which was covered in dust. She had been sitting in her den from sunrise to sunhigh. She would need an apprentice soon, to help her out with those things. She'd have to keep an eye out for a kit that looked promising. Her muzzle split into a wide yawn as she tread over to the freshkill pile, removing a nicely sized rabbit from the top and dragging it over to a nice spot to settle down and eat. She mindlessly ate a few bites, deep in thought about nothing in particular. Just things. The Windlcan medicine cat was constantly thinking about herbs and Starclan and injuries and the protection and health of the clan. It was like that with every medicine cat. Or, atleast she figured it was. Larksing was grateful for Newleaf to have arrived. There was much less sickness. And it was so much warmer. She felt a nice, warm breeze blow through camp, ruffling her freshly-groomed fur slightly. Oh, what a joy Newleaf always was. The feel, the sights, the smells! It was all so wonderful. And whilst Larksing was normally overly optimistic about most things, she was quite sure that everyone else thought the same. She couldn't wait for the warm spring rains to come. Larksing finished up her rabbit in a couple more bites, and swiped her tongue over her muzzle to get the last bits of the juicy prey. Even the food tasted better in Newleaf! Although that was probably because they were less scrawny than they had been for the past few months. Larksing rose to her paws and stretched. She would have to go out and hunt down some new herbs today, she was running low.