Rose Colored Feathers [Rosestar/Shanny] Nov 27, 2015 22:27:55 GMT
Post by july on Nov 27, 2015 22:27:55 GMT
A crisp wind whispered against the entrance of her den. Brown eyes flicked towards it- one glance telling her the moon was rising- and the other one telling her that it was too blurry to tell. It didn’t take long for her to adjust to the light to tell her the dawn patrols would be heading out soon. The herbs under her paws were almost done sorting- she supposed if there was a hunting patrol going out she could snag a small frog or something to eat. Eyes blinked, claws unsheathed to separate the herbs easily as she moved to sort them. It only took a little longer, the earth scents filling her nose as she cataloged what she had.
She needed some more catmint at one point- but she wasn’t sure if the plants had grown back up from the last time she needed it. Sparrowpelt supposed some borage leaves weren’t too far off the list to get either. The leaves always were a rather strong smelling to her- she supposed that she could send some warriors out to find it. Borage Leaves, Catmint- she needed to make sure everything was as stocked as it could be- or at least able to be quickly found. She refused to let down ShadowClan- she refused! She would do the best possible- she would, she had to! Rosestar had to see that she was trying. Littleheart…taught her- she had to be capable.
Storing the last bit of cobweb away in a dry spot- she stepped away from the store with a shaky sigh. “Get a hold of yourself.” She muttered under her breath- feeling the cold edge into her words. Her fear wasn’t going to do anything for the clan- she hardly needed it convincing her otherwise. Taking a steady breath- she reminded herself that she had been medicine cat for a few moons- and nothing bad happened yet- and no one reprimanded her yet. Nodding to herself, Sparrowpelt padded out from her den, blinking a few times to get adjusted to the early dawn light.
Her steps were silent on the cool ground below her as her tail dusted behind her. The she-cat’s head twisted right- then left to use her good eye to spy any other felines in her direct vicinity. She almost paused in her step as she saw her leader. It was important for her to talk to tawny-furred leader, to keep up appearances and to befriend her. She never had a close relationship with Rosestar when she was a kit- and she was always under Littleheart’s feet that she didn’t even pay attention to her.
Taking a breath, she padded up to the she-cat and stayed a mouselength away. “Rosestar, good morning. Sleep well?” It was a soft conversation starter- but a conversation starter none the less. She didn’t want to bother the she-cat if she was busy- but she would be too naïve to let the moment pass after all. It was easier to keep up a conversation with someone you knew after all.
shanny (Sorry for the crappy starter!)