Post by misskuri on Feb 25, 2011 22:02:57 GMT -5
pomegranitefur.
Anyone else, the medicine cat thought as he pushed through his piles and piles of herbs, would waste this day. Not me.
Indeed, Pomegranitefur did think today was a day that was not to be wasted, and many cats would agree with him. It seemed StarClan had willed a break from the usual rainy newleaf weather and given them a warm, sun-baked day, with just a hint of a cool breeze and a cloudless blue sky. The VertigoClan camp was nearly buzzing with the energy, every cat seemingly bitten by the warm-weather bug. It was a shame, then, that the way Pomegranitefur had decided to go about 'not wasting' the day was not exactly what most cats would have chosen.
"Not me," he repeated, sniffing happily as he found his dwindling supply of cobwebs (although it should be said that it was only dwindling in his mind; he had more than enough to satisfy the three other medicine cats combined, just never enough to satisfy himself), wrapped around long fir branches stuck in his favourite corner because leaves big enough to hold the mass of sticky spider's silk were scarce in this territory.
. He pulled out a pawful then put it back, patting it down until the whole mess of web lie flat. He liked cobwebs.
Indeed, today Pomegranitefur had decided to restock his supplies after leafbare. The large golden tomcat glanced around at the piles of herbs placed haphazardly and randomly around the den, decided it was organized more than enough, and swept out into the main camp. He'd take an apprentice or two with him, just to make sure he had enough paws to carry home all the cobwebs -- and, er, other herbs -- he needed. Green eyes flickered around the busy camp, searching for victims. Who would come with him today?