Post by Mivirie on Jun 24, 2020 2:52:44 GMT
Shiversong - MeadowClan
Words: 294
Tag: Dappledolly
New-Leaf was here, that was evident to the young molly. Despite it being just past dawn, the air on the Meadow was warm and though the wind blew across her fluffy cheek fur at a harsh speed it was temperate as well. The warmth felt earlier to her than her first proper New-Leaf, as in the one that she could remember. Perhaps if Shiversong kept track, and gave enough thought to it, she could begin to guess when the first warm days would be each full nature cycle.
It could be a helpful skill, given her current rank amongst the Clan. Knowing when the heat would change, when the late chills may come, she could know to grab any herbs they’d need. Her long, black tail flicked over some not yet budded wild flowers as she paced by, giving an extra second to check if they could be useful before continuing on. Shiversong was traveling to the border near CoveClan, trying to gather a few of the wetter plants after the night’s rain.
The flat stretch of the Meadow before her made the molly’s paws itch with energy, and she gave into the gentle urge. Ground seemed to disappear beneath her paws as she ran, and the wind cut with a colder chill through all her coat; she didn’t mind, though. She leaped over a stone the size of a badger with ease, landing with a practiced grace.
Halting at the edge of the wetter lands of The Rolling Reach, Shiversong nosed a few plants, noting a small patch of comfrey and some budding dandelion to grab on her way back. She scanned the area before trotting further in, trying to keep to the less-soaked areas.
Words: 294
Tag: Dappledolly
New-Leaf was here, that was evident to the young molly. Despite it being just past dawn, the air on the Meadow was warm and though the wind blew across her fluffy cheek fur at a harsh speed it was temperate as well. The warmth felt earlier to her than her first proper New-Leaf, as in the one that she could remember. Perhaps if Shiversong kept track, and gave enough thought to it, she could begin to guess when the first warm days would be each full nature cycle.
It could be a helpful skill, given her current rank amongst the Clan. Knowing when the heat would change, when the late chills may come, she could know to grab any herbs they’d need. Her long, black tail flicked over some not yet budded wild flowers as she paced by, giving an extra second to check if they could be useful before continuing on. Shiversong was traveling to the border near CoveClan, trying to gather a few of the wetter plants after the night’s rain.
The flat stretch of the Meadow before her made the molly’s paws itch with energy, and she gave into the gentle urge. Ground seemed to disappear beneath her paws as she ran, and the wind cut with a colder chill through all her coat; she didn’t mind, though. She leaped over a stone the size of a badger with ease, landing with a practiced grace.
Halting at the edge of the wetter lands of The Rolling Reach, Shiversong nosed a few plants, noting a small patch of comfrey and some budding dandelion to grab on her way back. She scanned the area before trotting further in, trying to keep to the less-soaked areas.
