Post by ` r i v e r on May 16, 2016 22:03:42 GMT
Today was a day made for lacking. Lacking motivation, lacking drive, lacking responsibility, lacking patience. Just lacking as a general overarching statement.
This was the motto Rabbitear took to heart upon leaving WindClan camp, skirting around the midday patrols he knew would be making rounds. See, the tom had awoken that day in more than a bit of a slump, groggy from a restless sleep and brought to wakefulness by a cluster of kits being the heinous little disturbers they were. Whomever decided upon sleeping in one, wide open space with no barrier of sound deserved a great thump to the head. Wise ancestors was a strong statement. And when Rabbitear finds himself in a slump, temper frayed and in no mood for tedious chores and small talk, there is very little one can do to draw him out of it. His thin patience becomes even more likely to snap.
So, really, he was doing his clan a favour for shunning his morning warrior duties. The cool remarks and barbed replies to their ‘good morning Rabbitear!’ would really only create a sour mood throughout camp. Who would choose that over him taking a leave of absence? No one, of course. Hence he had ventured to the far reaches of the windy moors, pursuing a sheltered spot he frequented rather often. Swathed in soft, sun-bathed grass was a small clearing, surrounded by short shrubbery.
The Abyssinian tom settled into the plush prairie ground after a luxurious stretch of his back, pawing at the ground to achieve the optimum degree of comfort. He huffed, running a paw over his ears to smooth the tuft of fur between them and allowed the rays of light to immerse him in their glow. He considered, for a moment, the possibility of a clan mate locating him- he wasn’t exactly masking his scent, but the thought floated away as quickly as it had arrived, a comet far gone in the blink of an eye. What were they to do, exactly? Tell on him? Report their findings to Redstar?
The concept of punishment seemed wonderfully far off to the tom, blissfully detached from the warmth and secludedness of his grove. It felt so audacious that he chuckled lightly, rolling to his back, and glancing up at the sky overhead, squinting to accommodate for the light. Even Rabbitear could agree that, despite being one for lacking, the day was a beautiful one. Spring had sprung and vegetation had been peeking its head from the once dormant ground at a dizzying rate. Luckily, rain had not claimed the forecast, as it often did this time of year, or else his mood may have been much further inconsolable.
Returning to his belly, he closed his olive eyes, becoming still, settling in for a well-deserved nap (it had been a long day, don't you know). However, a small snap close by lured those eyes to open again. A mouse, curious for the seeds littering the ground in front of the tom cat, slowly scurried into view, merely a tail-length away, close enough for an effort-free kill blow.
He pondered that option, considered using that mouse as evidence of a ‘solo hunting trip’ upon returning to camp, and then promptly shut his eyes again.
Stupid mouse.
Clearly there was more important things to attend to.
This was the motto Rabbitear took to heart upon leaving WindClan camp, skirting around the midday patrols he knew would be making rounds. See, the tom had awoken that day in more than a bit of a slump, groggy from a restless sleep and brought to wakefulness by a cluster of kits being the heinous little disturbers they were. Whomever decided upon sleeping in one, wide open space with no barrier of sound deserved a great thump to the head. Wise ancestors was a strong statement. And when Rabbitear finds himself in a slump, temper frayed and in no mood for tedious chores and small talk, there is very little one can do to draw him out of it. His thin patience becomes even more likely to snap.
So, really, he was doing his clan a favour for shunning his morning warrior duties. The cool remarks and barbed replies to their ‘good morning Rabbitear!’ would really only create a sour mood throughout camp. Who would choose that over him taking a leave of absence? No one, of course. Hence he had ventured to the far reaches of the windy moors, pursuing a sheltered spot he frequented rather often. Swathed in soft, sun-bathed grass was a small clearing, surrounded by short shrubbery.
The Abyssinian tom settled into the plush prairie ground after a luxurious stretch of his back, pawing at the ground to achieve the optimum degree of comfort. He huffed, running a paw over his ears to smooth the tuft of fur between them and allowed the rays of light to immerse him in their glow. He considered, for a moment, the possibility of a clan mate locating him- he wasn’t exactly masking his scent, but the thought floated away as quickly as it had arrived, a comet far gone in the blink of an eye. What were they to do, exactly? Tell on him? Report their findings to Redstar?
The concept of punishment seemed wonderfully far off to the tom, blissfully detached from the warmth and secludedness of his grove. It felt so audacious that he chuckled lightly, rolling to his back, and glancing up at the sky overhead, squinting to accommodate for the light. Even Rabbitear could agree that, despite being one for lacking, the day was a beautiful one. Spring had sprung and vegetation had been peeking its head from the once dormant ground at a dizzying rate. Luckily, rain had not claimed the forecast, as it often did this time of year, or else his mood may have been much further inconsolable.
Returning to his belly, he closed his olive eyes, becoming still, settling in for a well-deserved nap (it had been a long day, don't you know). However, a small snap close by lured those eyes to open again. A mouse, curious for the seeds littering the ground in front of the tom cat, slowly scurried into view, merely a tail-length away, close enough for an effort-free kill blow.
He pondered that option, considered using that mouse as evidence of a ‘solo hunting trip’ upon returning to camp, and then promptly shut his eyes again.
Stupid mouse.
Clearly there was more important things to attend to.
