Post by tiny on Mar 13, 2014 17:46:17 GMT -6
Brindlepaw
and the arms of the ocean are carrying me
NAME:
AGE: 6 moons
GENDER: She-cat
CLAN: ShadowClan
RANK: Apprentice
and all this devotion was rushing out of me
SHORT DESCRIPTION:
Tiny tan colored tabby she-cat with gray/blue eyes.
APPEARANCE:
The most obvious feature when it comes to Brindlepaw is none other than her size. The size she is now, will be the size she stays for the rest of her life. It is a result of the defect she received when she was born. Her pituitary gland in her brain lacks the ability to secrete the growth hormone. The last growth spurt she had was a half moon ago and it would be her last. This is her biggest weakness, and it is unsure how this will affect her in later life. Brindlepaw is a very weak cat, and it can be seen on her fur. It lacks the shine that most cats have on their pelt. When she is sick it becomes very dull, but when she is well there will be a slight luster to her pelt. Her body cannot handle a lot of food at once, and will protest if she eats too much at a time, causing her to get sick.
Brindlepaw has a beautiful colored pelt. Like all of her siblings, she is a tabby, but unlike all of her siblings she is the lightest in coloring. The color is a very light brown, more of a tan/cream color. Her tabby stripes are dark brown, which is different than her siblings black tabby markings. The underside of her body is a mixture of the tan color with a white underbelly. The majority of her tabby markings are hidden inside her fur. The most noticeable is on her face. Her fur still has the kitlike downy softness to it, and this will probably never go away. She doesn’t resemble either of her parents too much. Yes she is a tabby like both of her parents and has the brownish color of her mother, but there is the golden color that is found on her father on her too. She is like a mixture of them both, just smaller and without the bright coloring.
Brindlepaw has a beautiful colored pelt. Like all of her siblings, she is a tabby, but unlike all of her siblings she is the lightest in coloring. The color is a very light brown, more of a tan/cream color. Her tabby stripes are dark brown, which is different than her siblings black tabby markings. The underside of her body is a mixture of the tan color with a white underbelly. The majority of her tabby markings are hidden inside her fur. The most noticeable is on her face. Her fur still has the kitlike downy softness to it, and this will probably never go away. She doesn’t resemble either of her parents too much. Yes she is a tabby like both of her parents and has the brownish color of her mother, but there is the golden color that is found on her father on her too. She is like a mixture of them both, just smaller and without the bright coloring.
and the crashes are heaven for a sinner like me
STRENGTHS:
- Strong-willed
- Fiesty
- Passionate
WEAKNESSES:
- Small size
- Speech Impediment
- Reckless
PERSONALITY:
Now that she is free of her mother, Brindlepaw’s personality continues to develop. This tiny apprentice can be so troublesome at times. She can be found doing something she isn’t suppose to, get in trouble, only to turn around and do it again. Her brain has issues distinguishing right from wrong and she can’t seem to find a balance. This can also cause her to be reckless and rush into things. She doesn’t think, she just does.
Brindlepaw may be little but she is very feisty. It is this spunk her father saw, and what has probably kept her alive. She doesn’t like when others call her little or comment on her size. That could lead to a claw in the face. She isn’t afraid of any challenge, no matter the size of the opponent. This kit thinks she is just as big as her siblings and acts like it. She doesn’t want the smallest mouse to catch, she wants the largest rabbit possible, even if it is bigger than she is. Giving up is something that is not in this kit’s vocabulary. She has to be pulled away or she will flat out exhaust herself, because she doesn’t know her limits.
Her struggles have decreased since birth, but it was known for a fact she wouldn’t make it this far without some. The most noticeable is her speech. Where most kits begin with simple sounds at a half moon, Brindlepaw didn’t even mewl until she was three moons old. Brindlepaw really tries, but her words get mixed up easily, and half the time ends up using her tail to point what she is talking about (or just use one of her siblings). Whole sentences are rare for her, and cat’s names are hard. Don’t be offended if she can’t say your name or even come anywhere near it. But you can expect to have a nickname once she gets to know you. She gave up with her siblings names and just gave them nicknames instead. You sometimes have to listen carefully and piece together what she is saying. Her next struggle is her weak state. Because she is so frail and weak, she is sick quite often. It causes her body to shut down after just a little time, and has to rest frequently. She should know her limits by now but Brindlepaw is just too stubborn and wants to prove she is just like everyone else. Her lungs were also affected, as a result she easily becomes winded or short of breath. She can’t walk/run great distances yet, and has to be carried if she has to walk a long way. Finally is her mental disability. It takes her brain quite some time to understand direct orders. It isn’t that she isn’t listening, she just doesn’t understand sometimes. What is spoken, like directions, need to be as simple as possible. But once she has something, she has it. It just takes time and patience when it comes to Brindlepaw.
but the arms of the ocean delivered me
MOTHER: Twigleaf
FATHER: Gingerclaw
SIBLINGS: Brownsomething - Brother - 17 Moons
Branchpaw - Sister - 6 Moons
Briarpaw - Brother - 6 Moons
Bramblepaw - Brother - 6 Moons
Branchpaw - Brother - 6 Moons
OTHER FAMILY: None that she knows of, but could be open for others.
MENTOR: ?
HISTORY:
Before Birth
Life was wonderful, serene, and just about perfect. They had one kit who was on his way to being a warrior. Brownpaw was nearing nine moons and close to the halfway mark of apprenticeship. He was loved by both parents and was a storng, healthy kit, always had been. He was exceptional at hunting and battle training. So when Gingerclaw and Twigleaf decided they wanted another kit just like Brownpaw, no one blamed them. Soon enough Twigleaf found she was expecting her second litter of kits. They already had one perfect kit, why not raise this litter exactly the same? What the two cats didn’t realize is not all cats are born perfect and go through life like Brownpaw.
Birth
The time came when Twigleaf gave birth. First in the litter was a she-cat. The parents were thrilled. They now had a tom and a she-cat. She was identical to her mother, sharing the same brown tabby fur. She was given the name Branchkit, in honor of her look-alike mother. But it didn’t stop at Branchkit. Next came Briarkit, another kit with brown tabby fur, except he was just slightly smaller than his sister. This kit was named after Twigleaf’s father Briartalon. Then came Brackenkit, who was colored similar to his two siblings just a little bit lighter. When it came to size, he was the exact same size as his sister. So far, so good, the parents had three healthy kits. There was a final kit in the litter, but this was large, very large. By the time Bramblekit was brought into the world, his mother had passed out from exhaustion. Yes, she had been tired with the first three, but this last kit had taken everything out of her. Bramblekit was twice as large as Branchkit and Brackenkit. This kit was named after his mother’s grandfather. Bramblekit looked identical to his brother, Brackenkit. It was at this time they were nicknamed “the twins”. This would be a name the two would have for the rest of their lives.
Gingerclaw was beyond ecstatic. He now had a daughter and three new sons. All four of his new kits were healthy. What more could he ask for? It wasn’t until later that the bubble of perfection for the family was broken. Twigleaf had finally awoken from her exhausted state, after being knocked out for over a day, and began to feel sharp pains. She didn’t understand, she felt just like she had before her four kits were born. But it couldn’t be, could it? The medicine cat was quickly summoned and soon a tiny she-cat was placed next to her four siblings. The runt of the litter had been born. Twigleaf scoffed at the kit. She was tiny and frail looking, and barely clinging to life. This kit was weak and born close to two days after her siblings. Twigleaf refused to name the tiny kit, saying she wouldn’t make it beyond the night anyway. However, Gingerclaw was instantly in love with the tiny kit. Since Twigleaf refused, he named the kit Brindlekit in honor of his deceased mother. All the other kits were named after a relative on Twingleaf’s side. But this kit he knew was special. He just had to make sure she lived. Twigleaf was all for abandoning the kit, saying she was tarnishing the other perfect kits. Gingerclaw argued with her and asked that she just take care of Brindlekit until she was old enough to be weaned, then he would take full responsibility of her. Twigleaf agreed only because she had zero hope the kit would last that long.
Kithood
To say that being born weak and small would only give you strength later in life was dumb, and Brindlekit found this out quickly. Not only was she constantly in the medicine cats den with some sort of illness and was so much smaller than her siblings, but she also had a mother that could care less about her. Brindlekit noticed this, and so did her siblings. Her mother had forbade them to come near her. As the other kits grew even larger, she was still the same size. At two moons it really showed just how far behind she was. Her sister and brothers were active and were the pride of her mother. Brindlekit was scorned by her mother and heard the comments that were spoken of her. At two moons she already knew she was hated and not wanted. And why shouldn’t she be? The next closest sibling to her size was Briarkit…and he was at least twice her size. Not only that, but she had been in the medicine cats den more than any of her siblings combined and then some. She practically had her own bed in the medicine cats den (in fact it was just by the herbs and was most likely still warm). She felt isolated , all alone, and weak. Her mother had finally gotten in her head….
Things began to look up for the tiny kit just as she reached her third moon. The promise Gingerclaw made was finally coming true. He had been watching her all along, and enough was enough. The two mates were no more. Gingerclaw became the sole parent figure in Brindlekit’s life. Sure, he still visited his other kits but Brindlekit was his baby. She was now his responsibility. She was the miracle kit. She deserved loved and just time…and he would give her that. When Gingerclaw took Brindlekit away from her mother, he wanted to assess her. Yes, she was so much weaker than her siblings, but she had fire in her. On the positive side the tom found out she had zero problems with seeing or hearing. The negatives list, however, was through the roof. Her speech was severely delayed and simple words she struggled with. It took him quite some time to get “Da da” out of her. With her mother avoiding her for so long, it gave Brindlekit no time to speak, and if she did she was quickly cut off. Without the practice, the kit had just stopped speaking all together or even attempting to. Gingerclaw realized this speech issue would be a long work in progress. Next on the negative side, was that she was severely underdeveloped. Her body had zero muscle and the kit had never playfought with her siblings. She stumbled quite often when she walked and it appeared she had a balance issue. The balance issue affected her ability to run without falling, and it looked like just walking was a struggle. It had seemed as if her mother never let her get up and move around, or maybe it was her frail state. This was another thing that would take time to develop properly. It also didn’t help that because she was frail she couldn’t do anything for too long at a time or her body would pass out from exhaustion. And to top it all off, it seemed as though Brindlekit had a slight mental delay. Gingerclaw could give her a simple command (go to the freshkill pile and grab a mouse and come back) and she would get confused. In this case she went to the pile, picked up the mouse, put it back, and came back to her daddy with a large grin. This is when the tom realized the directions had to be very specific. And sometimes he had to repeat himself multiple times before she could understand. Gingerclaw might be in over his head.
After a moon under her father’s care, Brindlekit could almost not be recognizable. No, she hadn’t grow but now at four moons, she was able to play with others. She wasn’t quite big enough for her littermates but there was a litter of kits that just turned two moons and was more her size and ability level (even if they were actually further mentally developed than she was). Gingerclaw had turned the weak kit into something her mother was still in disbelief of. The stumble was gone when she walked, she still struggled with running but she didn’t fall over nearly as much. Her speech had grown also. More words were in her vocabulary and she could now had no problem saying Da da. Speaking in sentences was still out of the question but at least she wasn’t pointing to what she wanted nearly as much. It may take what she wants to say a little while to come out, but at least it came out now. Following directions was still a struggle, she still had to be told several times before she understood. This was something that would not go away, her brain was just too underdeveloped. She was still in and out of the medicine cats den but at least she now had her father visiting whenever he could. Another moon passed and another milestone was reached. Finally at five moons she was accepted by her littermates. She was deemed well enough to at least interact with them. She still stayed far away from her mother just because she was scared senseless of her mother. She wasn’t able to playfight with her siblings, but she now played mossball and hide-and-go-seek with them. She loved that she had big siblings that actually wanted to play with her. Sure, half the time the words she spoke made no sense, but she was finally not isolated. She still used the younger group to playfight with (even though they were bigger than her now and it was getting to the point of them being too big to play with her), but she mostly stuck nearby her siblings. She spent every moment she could with them, following them around. They were the ones to make sure she took breaks and not get too exhausted. They taught her the moves the apprentices had taught them. They tried to help with her speech….tried. But Brindlekit did find her help with speech. Brackenkit became her helper. She spent enough time around him that he was able to just about understand her. She relied on him to help her when she couldn’t express what she wanted to. If you looked at the group playing, it looked like four littermates and a much younger sibling playing.
Brindlekit’s true personality soon became to come out. Now that she was with her true siblings and treated like she should (even if her mother still gave her the looks of scariness), she was quite mischievous. It was found out that this little kit was quite the troublemaker. It was a good thing that she was nearing apprentice age or the whole clan would be subjected to her troublemaking ways with her siblings. She was making up for lost times. If she had an idea she would act on it. If a sibling wanted a helper on a scheme, Brindlekit was the first to volunteer. It was hard to punish this kit, her father let her get away with just about everything. It was just so hard to punish a kit who had struggled for so long (and still is, though she won’t admit it) and was now active and proving everyone who doubted her that they were wrong in thinking so. Her body still protested against her if she pushed herself, but she now had her siblings to get her to stop. Half of the time this included literally picking her up (which wasn’t hard to do with the size difference, even between the two she-cats), by the scruff and brining her back to the nursery. Brindlekit would be complaining and squirming the entire time.
A half moon prior to her reaching her sixth moon, Brindlekit watched her four siblings become apprentices. They were far too large and becoming reckless in the nursery. Besides, they were ready. Brindlekit was sad that she wasn’t joining them but knew she was too little. In fact, she didn’t hink she would be an apprentice. Her siblings visited her when they could and it wasn’t as though she was lonely, she still had the younger kits. She also was still recovering from being sick again. The tiny kit just couldn’t catch a break. Her mother still ignored her, but Brindlekit was almost to the point of not caring what she thought anymore. She had her father and siblings behind her, surely that was enough.
Apprenticeship
At six moons the kit that had zero chance of survival at birth and who had a mother that disowned her proved every doubter away and became an apprentice. To this day the only struggles she has are her speech (which will probably never be something she excels at), her weak body, and her mental disability. Still not bad for a kit who started out not being able to do anything at three moons of age. All it took was the time and patience of her father. Brindlekit was now Brindlepaw and had her siblings, father, and friends from the nursery cheering her on.
The Names She Has Given to Her Siblings
Branchpaw – Mama (She feels that she is more of a mother to her than her actual one)
Brairpaw – Da (He reminds her of their father)
Bramblepaw – Ig Ubby (He is the biggest and looks just like Brackenpaw)
Brackenpaw – Ubby (Like Bubby, she just can’t say the b)
Life was wonderful, serene, and just about perfect. They had one kit who was on his way to being a warrior. Brownpaw was nearing nine moons and close to the halfway mark of apprenticeship. He was loved by both parents and was a storng, healthy kit, always had been. He was exceptional at hunting and battle training. So when Gingerclaw and Twigleaf decided they wanted another kit just like Brownpaw, no one blamed them. Soon enough Twigleaf found she was expecting her second litter of kits. They already had one perfect kit, why not raise this litter exactly the same? What the two cats didn’t realize is not all cats are born perfect and go through life like Brownpaw.
Birth
The time came when Twigleaf gave birth. First in the litter was a she-cat. The parents were thrilled. They now had a tom and a she-cat. She was identical to her mother, sharing the same brown tabby fur. She was given the name Branchkit, in honor of her look-alike mother. But it didn’t stop at Branchkit. Next came Briarkit, another kit with brown tabby fur, except he was just slightly smaller than his sister. This kit was named after Twigleaf’s father Briartalon. Then came Brackenkit, who was colored similar to his two siblings just a little bit lighter. When it came to size, he was the exact same size as his sister. So far, so good, the parents had three healthy kits. There was a final kit in the litter, but this was large, very large. By the time Bramblekit was brought into the world, his mother had passed out from exhaustion. Yes, she had been tired with the first three, but this last kit had taken everything out of her. Bramblekit was twice as large as Branchkit and Brackenkit. This kit was named after his mother’s grandfather. Bramblekit looked identical to his brother, Brackenkit. It was at this time they were nicknamed “the twins”. This would be a name the two would have for the rest of their lives.
Gingerclaw was beyond ecstatic. He now had a daughter and three new sons. All four of his new kits were healthy. What more could he ask for? It wasn’t until later that the bubble of perfection for the family was broken. Twigleaf had finally awoken from her exhausted state, after being knocked out for over a day, and began to feel sharp pains. She didn’t understand, she felt just like she had before her four kits were born. But it couldn’t be, could it? The medicine cat was quickly summoned and soon a tiny she-cat was placed next to her four siblings. The runt of the litter had been born. Twigleaf scoffed at the kit. She was tiny and frail looking, and barely clinging to life. This kit was weak and born close to two days after her siblings. Twigleaf refused to name the tiny kit, saying she wouldn’t make it beyond the night anyway. However, Gingerclaw was instantly in love with the tiny kit. Since Twigleaf refused, he named the kit Brindlekit in honor of his deceased mother. All the other kits were named after a relative on Twingleaf’s side. But this kit he knew was special. He just had to make sure she lived. Twigleaf was all for abandoning the kit, saying she was tarnishing the other perfect kits. Gingerclaw argued with her and asked that she just take care of Brindlekit until she was old enough to be weaned, then he would take full responsibility of her. Twigleaf agreed only because she had zero hope the kit would last that long.
Kithood
To say that being born weak and small would only give you strength later in life was dumb, and Brindlekit found this out quickly. Not only was she constantly in the medicine cats den with some sort of illness and was so much smaller than her siblings, but she also had a mother that could care less about her. Brindlekit noticed this, and so did her siblings. Her mother had forbade them to come near her. As the other kits grew even larger, she was still the same size. At two moons it really showed just how far behind she was. Her sister and brothers were active and were the pride of her mother. Brindlekit was scorned by her mother and heard the comments that were spoken of her. At two moons she already knew she was hated and not wanted. And why shouldn’t she be? The next closest sibling to her size was Briarkit…and he was at least twice her size. Not only that, but she had been in the medicine cats den more than any of her siblings combined and then some. She practically had her own bed in the medicine cats den (in fact it was just by the herbs and was most likely still warm). She felt isolated , all alone, and weak. Her mother had finally gotten in her head….
Things began to look up for the tiny kit just as she reached her third moon. The promise Gingerclaw made was finally coming true. He had been watching her all along, and enough was enough. The two mates were no more. Gingerclaw became the sole parent figure in Brindlekit’s life. Sure, he still visited his other kits but Brindlekit was his baby. She was now his responsibility. She was the miracle kit. She deserved loved and just time…and he would give her that. When Gingerclaw took Brindlekit away from her mother, he wanted to assess her. Yes, she was so much weaker than her siblings, but she had fire in her. On the positive side the tom found out she had zero problems with seeing or hearing. The negatives list, however, was through the roof. Her speech was severely delayed and simple words she struggled with. It took him quite some time to get “Da da” out of her. With her mother avoiding her for so long, it gave Brindlekit no time to speak, and if she did she was quickly cut off. Without the practice, the kit had just stopped speaking all together or even attempting to. Gingerclaw realized this speech issue would be a long work in progress. Next on the negative side, was that she was severely underdeveloped. Her body had zero muscle and the kit had never playfought with her siblings. She stumbled quite often when she walked and it appeared she had a balance issue. The balance issue affected her ability to run without falling, and it looked like just walking was a struggle. It had seemed as if her mother never let her get up and move around, or maybe it was her frail state. This was another thing that would take time to develop properly. It also didn’t help that because she was frail she couldn’t do anything for too long at a time or her body would pass out from exhaustion. And to top it all off, it seemed as though Brindlekit had a slight mental delay. Gingerclaw could give her a simple command (go to the freshkill pile and grab a mouse and come back) and she would get confused. In this case she went to the pile, picked up the mouse, put it back, and came back to her daddy with a large grin. This is when the tom realized the directions had to be very specific. And sometimes he had to repeat himself multiple times before she could understand. Gingerclaw might be in over his head.
After a moon under her father’s care, Brindlekit could almost not be recognizable. No, she hadn’t grow but now at four moons, she was able to play with others. She wasn’t quite big enough for her littermates but there was a litter of kits that just turned two moons and was more her size and ability level (even if they were actually further mentally developed than she was). Gingerclaw had turned the weak kit into something her mother was still in disbelief of. The stumble was gone when she walked, she still struggled with running but she didn’t fall over nearly as much. Her speech had grown also. More words were in her vocabulary and she could now had no problem saying Da da. Speaking in sentences was still out of the question but at least she wasn’t pointing to what she wanted nearly as much. It may take what she wants to say a little while to come out, but at least it came out now. Following directions was still a struggle, she still had to be told several times before she understood. This was something that would not go away, her brain was just too underdeveloped. She was still in and out of the medicine cats den but at least she now had her father visiting whenever he could. Another moon passed and another milestone was reached. Finally at five moons she was accepted by her littermates. She was deemed well enough to at least interact with them. She still stayed far away from her mother just because she was scared senseless of her mother. She wasn’t able to playfight with her siblings, but she now played mossball and hide-and-go-seek with them. She loved that she had big siblings that actually wanted to play with her. Sure, half the time the words she spoke made no sense, but she was finally not isolated. She still used the younger group to playfight with (even though they were bigger than her now and it was getting to the point of them being too big to play with her), but she mostly stuck nearby her siblings. She spent every moment she could with them, following them around. They were the ones to make sure she took breaks and not get too exhausted. They taught her the moves the apprentices had taught them. They tried to help with her speech….tried. But Brindlekit did find her help with speech. Brackenkit became her helper. She spent enough time around him that he was able to just about understand her. She relied on him to help her when she couldn’t express what she wanted to. If you looked at the group playing, it looked like four littermates and a much younger sibling playing.
Brindlekit’s true personality soon became to come out. Now that she was with her true siblings and treated like she should (even if her mother still gave her the looks of scariness), she was quite mischievous. It was found out that this little kit was quite the troublemaker. It was a good thing that she was nearing apprentice age or the whole clan would be subjected to her troublemaking ways with her siblings. She was making up for lost times. If she had an idea she would act on it. If a sibling wanted a helper on a scheme, Brindlekit was the first to volunteer. It was hard to punish this kit, her father let her get away with just about everything. It was just so hard to punish a kit who had struggled for so long (and still is, though she won’t admit it) and was now active and proving everyone who doubted her that they were wrong in thinking so. Her body still protested against her if she pushed herself, but she now had her siblings to get her to stop. Half of the time this included literally picking her up (which wasn’t hard to do with the size difference, even between the two she-cats), by the scruff and brining her back to the nursery. Brindlekit would be complaining and squirming the entire time.
A half moon prior to her reaching her sixth moon, Brindlekit watched her four siblings become apprentices. They were far too large and becoming reckless in the nursery. Besides, they were ready. Brindlekit was sad that she wasn’t joining them but knew she was too little. In fact, she didn’t hink she would be an apprentice. Her siblings visited her when they could and it wasn’t as though she was lonely, she still had the younger kits. She also was still recovering from being sick again. The tiny kit just couldn’t catch a break. Her mother still ignored her, but Brindlekit was almost to the point of not caring what she thought anymore. She had her father and siblings behind her, surely that was enough.
Apprenticeship
At six moons the kit that had zero chance of survival at birth and who had a mother that disowned her proved every doubter away and became an apprentice. To this day the only struggles she has are her speech (which will probably never be something she excels at), her weak body, and her mental disability. Still not bad for a kit who started out not being able to do anything at three moons of age. All it took was the time and patience of her father. Brindlekit was now Brindlepaw and had her siblings, father, and friends from the nursery cheering her on.
The Names She Has Given to Her Siblings
Branchpaw – Mama (She feels that she is more of a mother to her than her actual one)
Brairpaw – Da (He reminds her of their father)
Bramblepaw – Ig Ubby (He is the biggest and looks just like Brackenpaw)
Brackenpaw – Ubby (Like Bubby, she just can’t say the b)
never let me go, never let me go
ROLE-PLAYER: Tiny
WRITING SAMPLE:
Finally, she would be able to spend the night back in the warrior’s den. With her latest illness she had been secluded to the medicine cat’s den and had not seen her own bed since her warrior ceremony almost a half moon prior. She couldn’t wait to get back and curl up in the nest. Now that she thought about it, she could move her nest back towards the warmer part of the den..surely the other warriors wouldn’t mind. Especially since she hadn’t slept in her nest for more than a day before she had gotten sick. If she slept toward the back, hopefully it could help her frail body recover easier. Maybe this would help her not get so sick…wishful thinking there.
Just as she was finally about to curl up in her nest, deciding to move it tomorrow, she heard shuffling pawsteps. Half of her night had been spent with waiting for permission to return. Smallbrook rarely slept much anyway. She was too eager to get out and help. She was eager to get back out and hunt, to do something other than just sit still and rest. Instead of trying to go to sleep, she became curious. Though she knew it was probably no more than a fellow warrior awaking and going on patrol or just giving her some peace, she shrugged it off.
But with the awful weather they were currently experiencing, was it really worth it for her to get out into the rain? She had just gotten over illness, and trying to do too much too soon could end her right back up in the medicine cat den. With a deep sigh, Smallbrook didn’t care. She was no longer tired and itching to do something, anything. Padding out of the den, the tiny she-cat looked to the nursery. She had been mistaken for one of the queen’s kit last moon…and she still couldn’t get over that. It was beyond embarrassing.
Ignoring the obvious signs of the telltale rain, she padded outside and stretched. It felt so good to see the outside of the medicine cat den. Maybe she could go on a patrol…just to get her paws back in it. She had thought about grabbing something to eat, but the thought was quickly avoided, she wasn’t hungry and didn’t want any food to go to waste. Smallbrook looked around, spotted a few warriors but her eyes landed upon the leader. There we go, finally a way to get back into doing something. Trotting closer to the leader’s den, she looked up at the tom. ”Please tell me there is something I can do today. I really need to do something, my paws are itching.” she mewed, bouncing with excitement.
Just as she was finally about to curl up in her nest, deciding to move it tomorrow, she heard shuffling pawsteps. Half of her night had been spent with waiting for permission to return. Smallbrook rarely slept much anyway. She was too eager to get out and help. She was eager to get back out and hunt, to do something other than just sit still and rest. Instead of trying to go to sleep, she became curious. Though she knew it was probably no more than a fellow warrior awaking and going on patrol or just giving her some peace, she shrugged it off.
But with the awful weather they were currently experiencing, was it really worth it for her to get out into the rain? She had just gotten over illness, and trying to do too much too soon could end her right back up in the medicine cat den. With a deep sigh, Smallbrook didn’t care. She was no longer tired and itching to do something, anything. Padding out of the den, the tiny she-cat looked to the nursery. She had been mistaken for one of the queen’s kit last moon…and she still couldn’t get over that. It was beyond embarrassing.
Ignoring the obvious signs of the telltale rain, she padded outside and stretched. It felt so good to see the outside of the medicine cat den. Maybe she could go on a patrol…just to get her paws back in it. She had thought about grabbing something to eat, but the thought was quickly avoided, she wasn’t hungry and didn’t want any food to go to waste. Smallbrook looked around, spotted a few warriors but her eyes landed upon the leader. There we go, finally a way to get back into doing something. Trotting closer to the leader’s den, she looked up at the tom. ”Please tell me there is something I can do today. I really need to do something, my paws are itching.” she mewed, bouncing with excitement.
Lyrics: Never Let Me Go by Florence + the Machine
