Post by sunheart on Dec 17, 2018 0:47:35 GMT
The pines were dark this morning. Of course, they were often dark, they were tall. Hence the name 'tall pines.' But nonetheless, they were exceptionally dark this morning, perhaps something to do with the clouds that hung in the sky. It would seem that Starclan still frowned upon the meeting that had occurred last night, and how dangerously close blood had come to being spilled.
Well, that was Shadowclan and Thunderclan tensions for ya'! In all his life Sunheart couldn't remember either of the clans liking each other, nor could he recall a time in his mother's or the elder's stories when such a thing had come to pass. Ah, seemed that the two forest dwelling clans were doomed to ever be at odds.
But more importantly, coltsfoot!
True, it grew best in newleaf, but if he was lucky, he could still find some around here! Starclan willing, poor -paw had cracked pads again! Honestly, what was that apprentice getting up to? Sunheart wanted to know, it sure seemed fun for their paws to be getting this beaten up!
Said brown tom had his head currently stuck under a bramble, lifting part of the bush with one foreleg, ignoring the pricking of thorns on his flesh. He'd be fine.
Hmm, nothing.
The tom dropped it with a disgruntled huff, before his tail went back to waving o'er head as he trotted off to another colony of the plants. If he was lucky, some of them had leaves that had yet to die off, late bloomers, if you will.
He paused on his journey at the sight of a nice patch of moss, eagerly turning to go about scraping it up, carrying it in his jaws as he hummed an unknown ditty behind the rootless plant. This would definitely help in any case! Soaking paws in a bit of wet moss to moisten them up helped ease some of the pain, cracked paws only got worse when they dried out! If he kept them moist, then at least they wouldn't hurt as bad!
He hummed, pleased with himself.
Wait, coltsfoot. Coltsfoot was the recommended treatment, but finding the moss was a nice add-on!
Coltsfoot, coltsfoot, coltsfoot, now where was that other little colony again...
The tom scampered over a fallen log to nose around the base of one of the trees, tail waving high like a reed as he continued humming contentedly.
Well, that was Shadowclan and Thunderclan tensions for ya'! In all his life Sunheart couldn't remember either of the clans liking each other, nor could he recall a time in his mother's or the elder's stories when such a thing had come to pass. Ah, seemed that the two forest dwelling clans were doomed to ever be at odds.
But more importantly, coltsfoot!
True, it grew best in newleaf, but if he was lucky, he could still find some around here! Starclan willing, poor -paw had cracked pads again! Honestly, what was that apprentice getting up to? Sunheart wanted to know, it sure seemed fun for their paws to be getting this beaten up!
Said brown tom had his head currently stuck under a bramble, lifting part of the bush with one foreleg, ignoring the pricking of thorns on his flesh. He'd be fine.
Hmm, nothing.
The tom dropped it with a disgruntled huff, before his tail went back to waving o'er head as he trotted off to another colony of the plants. If he was lucky, some of them had leaves that had yet to die off, late bloomers, if you will.
He paused on his journey at the sight of a nice patch of moss, eagerly turning to go about scraping it up, carrying it in his jaws as he hummed an unknown ditty behind the rootless plant. This would definitely help in any case! Soaking paws in a bit of wet moss to moisten them up helped ease some of the pain, cracked paws only got worse when they dried out! If he kept them moist, then at least they wouldn't hurt as bad!
He hummed, pleased with himself.
Wait, coltsfoot. Coltsfoot was the recommended treatment, but finding the moss was a nice add-on!
Coltsfoot, coltsfoot, coltsfoot, now where was that other little colony again...
The tom scampered over a fallen log to nose around the base of one of the trees, tail waving high like a reed as he continued humming contentedly.
