Post by Deleted on Sept 13, 2015 21:40:32 GMT -5
The weather today was cooler than it was the last few days. Maybe it was the aftermath of the rain showers they got a few days back. The cool breeze swept through the camp of Shadowclan; stirring the branches and its leaves. Leaf fall was starting to come around little by little. The leaves were starting to fall a few at a time without much notice.
Deep in Shadowclan camp within the large den protected by the cooler weather the lanky black tom crouched sorting out the herbs in the pile. Vipertooth's amber eyes focused purely on the many sorts of herbs he was sorting from. No one was really sick or injured as of late so Vipertooth could busy himself with sorting and restocking herbs when needed and generally enjoying his day when not too busy in his den.
He didn't tend to have many visitors unless sick so he stayed in the shadows of his den doing whatever pleased him or if he got overly restless he would take a walk and search out a good patch of herbs or a good place to replant certain things if he felt like get needed more of it.
And today was no different. The lanky jet black tom was crouched over his work. A paw gingerly brushing aside leaves, roots, flowers, and the like in their respective piles. Breathing a sigh of relieve when he finally finished. He stored the herbs properly so they wouldn't dry and crumble before turning to his own nest and stretched out in it.
Allowing himself to take a break he began grooming his fur wondering what he would do now. Take a walk? Plant some herbs? Visit his mother? There was quite a few bits he could do. Question is? What was he going to choose to do?
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Deep in Shadowclan camp within the large den protected by the cooler weather the lanky black tom crouched sorting out the herbs in the pile. Vipertooth's amber eyes focused purely on the many sorts of herbs he was sorting from. No one was really sick or injured as of late so Vipertooth could busy himself with sorting and restocking herbs when needed and generally enjoying his day when not too busy in his den.
He didn't tend to have many visitors unless sick so he stayed in the shadows of his den doing whatever pleased him or if he got overly restless he would take a walk and search out a good patch of herbs or a good place to replant certain things if he felt like get needed more of it.
And today was no different. The lanky jet black tom was crouched over his work. A paw gingerly brushing aside leaves, roots, flowers, and the like in their respective piles. Breathing a sigh of relieve when he finally finished. He stored the herbs properly so they wouldn't dry and crumble before turning to his own nest and stretched out in it.
Allowing himself to take a break he began grooming his fur wondering what he would do now. Take a walk? Plant some herbs? Visit his mother? There was quite a few bits he could do. Question is? What was he going to choose to do?
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