kickin' these rocks.. Sept 9, 2015 19:25:13 GMT -5
Post by Spottedpaw on Sept 9, 2015 19:25:13 GMT -5
The dawn was hardly pulling up into the sky when the spotted apprentice made her way out of the camp. She had assumed that her mentor, Dawnwing, was still resting. After being her apprentice for around three moons now, Spottedpaw knew the way of the routine. She had gotten up early and was pushing her way through the storage and seeing what they had in stock. Because it was greenleaf, it was the perfect season to start gathering. The calico had noted that they were low on fennel and alder bark, so she had made the decision to go to the lake.
Her small frame moved quick across the moorland. Oddly enough, she was pretty awake, even though the sun was barely peeking out. Most of the cats were still curled up in their nests, including the dawn patrol. However, Spottedpaw had always been a morning cat. She didn't like wasting the day away curled up in her nest. If the sky was lit up, she was out. This even included on the full moon. With her tail held high, the apprentice finally reached the lakeshore. A low purr rumbled in her throat as she skimmed the edge of it. A small mrrow of triumph whispered through the she cats vocals as she caught the scent of the leaves, and it was only a few more moments before she saw the thin and spiky leaves.
Spottedpaw paced up to the river, careful not to overstep as she lowered her muzzle and plucked at the delicate stocks. She was cautious at how much she took and how hard she bit down, careful not to puncture and spray the important substance. Even though leaf-bare was a ways away for now, it wouldn't be gone forever, and ever season they had more elders. She was prepared for the discomfort their aging bones would get and she knew the juices in this plant were important to help them. Once she had plucked enough and left enough to grow in the coming seasons, she set them down and scratched a light bit of dirt over them.
She would have been more than willing to carry them with her, but their strong scent would have filled her nose so much that she wouldn't have been able to find the alder bark. With a small yawn and stretch of her back, she continued on her trek, this time trying to find a more moggy and wet place where the bark from the alder tree would be located.