Post by Deleted on Aug 27, 2015 18:35:52 GMT -5
The sound of light pawsteps on the ground could be heard alongside the sounds of the animals getting ready for the night. A single star already shining in the darkening sky illuminated and shone down to the earth. A shadowy figure made its way through the shadows of the territory belonging to the cats of Shadowclan. This cat was none other then Viportooth, the medicine cat. And he was out to hunt. Not for fresh kill but for herbs. Ginger root to be specific. He seemed to have run out at some point and he needed to restock. Specially seeing as it's needed to help his mother Petalheart with her weak lungs. He might as well try and find some fresh lavander to sooth her while he's at it.
Big amber eyes gleamed in the dim light casting the forest in it's darkness. Vipertooth was not overly fond of going to find herbs this late when the sky was darkening but he did not want his mother to suffer and seeing as the herb he needed ran out completely he was forced to go out now. He would feel better when he was back in camp alongside him mother. Mommy's boy indeed.
The lanky black tom pushed past the bushes surrounding him and rounded around a clump of rocks towards his designated area. His nose searching the ground for the scent of the ginger he was seeking. This area was known for having varies of herbs growing along the border. This place was just as familiar to the black tom as his med den back at camp so he had no problem finding the ginger and tentively began to dig it up from the ground.
Vipertooth suddenly sneezed and gave a grumbling complaint at the dirt that tickled his nose and tried not to breath the heady scent or else he would sneeze again. Heaving a sigh the lanky midnight tom picked the dirt covered root in his maw and rose to his paws ready to head back out in search of lavander; there was not much left and with how his mother was doing he wasnt sure that would be enough. He worried about her greatly. Shaking the thought from his mom the stoic tom made his way towards the deeper part of the territory.
His ears perked up when he heard the on coming sound of paw steps not to far from him. Obviously if it was within his hearing range. The med cat frowned as much as he could around the root of the ginger and turned into the direction of where the mysterious pawsteps were coming from. He couldn't scent the area because his smell was being attacked by the earthy and strong smell of the ginger. His question was this though; who was out this late in the evening? His clanmates don't normally come out here this late. Perhaps it was a adventurous and rebellious apprentice? Or a warrior on a stroll?
Big amber eyes gleamed in the dim light casting the forest in it's darkness. Vipertooth was not overly fond of going to find herbs this late when the sky was darkening but he did not want his mother to suffer and seeing as the herb he needed ran out completely he was forced to go out now. He would feel better when he was back in camp alongside him mother. Mommy's boy indeed.
The lanky black tom pushed past the bushes surrounding him and rounded around a clump of rocks towards his designated area. His nose searching the ground for the scent of the ginger he was seeking. This area was known for having varies of herbs growing along the border. This place was just as familiar to the black tom as his med den back at camp so he had no problem finding the ginger and tentively began to dig it up from the ground.
Vipertooth suddenly sneezed and gave a grumbling complaint at the dirt that tickled his nose and tried not to breath the heady scent or else he would sneeze again. Heaving a sigh the lanky midnight tom picked the dirt covered root in his maw and rose to his paws ready to head back out in search of lavander; there was not much left and with how his mother was doing he wasnt sure that would be enough. He worried about her greatly. Shaking the thought from his mom the stoic tom made his way towards the deeper part of the territory.
His ears perked up when he heard the on coming sound of paw steps not to far from him. Obviously if it was within his hearing range. The med cat frowned as much as he could around the root of the ginger and turned into the direction of where the mysterious pawsteps were coming from. He couldn't scent the area because his smell was being attacked by the earthy and strong smell of the ginger. His question was this though; who was out this late in the evening? His clanmates don't normally come out here this late. Perhaps it was a adventurous and rebellious apprentice? Or a warrior on a stroll?
