Just doin' mah job! [Open]
Jul 3, 2013 21:42:57 GMT -6
Post by batears on Jul 3, 2013 21:42:57 GMT -6
He would have been whistling. If cats could whistle. Instead, the dark tom was strolling happily through the forest humming under his breath. Of course, as a Clan cat, he had no idea what 'music' was, but he had discovered that he could make other noises without opening his mouth. A bit like purring, but this 'humming' used a different part of the throat. Currently he was mimicing the songs of some birds he had studied the other day.
His cheerful gait set the pace for today's herb gathering mission. It had been seventeen moons since he had been made the full Medic and he had yet to see a kit interested in becoming his apprentice. Which was fine by him. he had plenty moons left in him and he felt that an apprentice might distract from his current experiments.
Not only was the black tom in the forest to collect herbs, he was also on a hunt for a rare stone he had seen only once, moons ago. But the night he had seen it had been much like this one - clear and bright, a nearly full moon perched above his head. A very light drizzle had been going on and off, turning the patches of dirt to mud and wetting the bracken to silent his feet. He hoped that the similarities in the atmosphere was a sign that he would find his precious stone.
Batears glanced over his shoulder to make sure the poor sap he'd strung along was still following. Just because the Medic didn't have an apprentice didn't mean he didn't need help carrying all of his collections back to the camp, after all! "Hey!" he called over his shoulder in a cheerful, sing-songey voice. "You still back there, or did you run away?"
His cheerful gait set the pace for today's herb gathering mission. It had been seventeen moons since he had been made the full Medic and he had yet to see a kit interested in becoming his apprentice. Which was fine by him. he had plenty moons left in him and he felt that an apprentice might distract from his current experiments.
Not only was the black tom in the forest to collect herbs, he was also on a hunt for a rare stone he had seen only once, moons ago. But the night he had seen it had been much like this one - clear and bright, a nearly full moon perched above his head. A very light drizzle had been going on and off, turning the patches of dirt to mud and wetting the bracken to silent his feet. He hoped that the similarities in the atmosphere was a sign that he would find his precious stone.
Batears glanced over his shoulder to make sure the poor sap he'd strung along was still following. Just because the Medic didn't have an apprentice didn't mean he didn't need help carrying all of his collections back to the camp, after all! "Hey!" he called over his shoulder in a cheerful, sing-songey voice. "You still back there, or did you run away?"
