Post by Mothdreamer on May 12, 2019 3:46:19 GMT
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It was late when Mothdreamer crept from the caverns to do some last bit of herb hunting for the day. Well...late for CavernClanners. The sun was settling into the sky, beginning to light the world with its light. Most of the nocturnal CavernClan cats would be settling down to sleep by now, but Mothdreamer instead found himself outside in the light his eyes quickly adjusted to. He had not abided by his Clan's nocturnal lifestyle when he had left, instead indulging himself with basking in the sun and socializing during the day. Adjusting from such a lifestyle was perhaps one of the hardest parts of being back home.
Well, that and the sudden role change.
The older medicine cat trudged his way down the cliffside that made up much of his Clan's territory, heading closer towards the border they shared with MeadowClan where more greenery lived and herbs were easier to find. He was not looking forward to the walk back up the slope, cringing at the thought. He definitely was not in the same shape he had been in during his youth, for various reasons. Thankfully the Clan was resting so they wouldn't hear him puffing his way back to his den.
Body relaxed despite his slightly out of breath state, Mothdreamer slowed his pace, head lowered as he hunted for what he needed. His pace was unrushed, though he kept an ear out for any approaching bodies, clan cat or otherwise. But much of his attention was focused on his own hunting, for if he mixed up his herbs again, he was sure StarClan themselves would come down and reprimand him.
Well, that and the sudden role change.
The older medicine cat trudged his way down the cliffside that made up much of his Clan's territory, heading closer towards the border they shared with MeadowClan where more greenery lived and herbs were easier to find. He was not looking forward to the walk back up the slope, cringing at the thought. He definitely was not in the same shape he had been in during his youth, for various reasons. Thankfully the Clan was resting so they wouldn't hear him puffing his way back to his den.
Body relaxed despite his slightly out of breath state, Mothdreamer slowed his pace, head lowered as he hunted for what he needed. His pace was unrushed, though he kept an ear out for any approaching bodies, clan cat or otherwise. But much of his attention was focused on his own hunting, for if he mixed up his herbs again, he was sure StarClan themselves would come down and reprimand him.
LAIKA OF GANGNAM STYLE!
