- Dec 2, 2022
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It is difficult to maintain a healthy weight and physique when one's jaw is permanently damaged, of this Needledrift has been a prime example. Her little frame, once almost round and fluffy, has turned to something almost... skeletal... in comparison. On her best days, she looks half a corpse. It is a problem, a real problem, to be as scrawny as she is when there are other mouths to feed. A warrior cannot provide for their clan if they are not up to par.
She has options. She has always had options. Cats like Heavybranch and Roosterstrut have never shied away from helping her eat, drink, or groom. There were herbs that she had been given - ground up and mixed with water and dripped down her throat - that recovered her strength after the incident - but they would never be the same as hunting and catching your own food for sustenance... but when you only could use your paws, you had to be creative.
Slime coats each digit of her right foot, freshly oozed from the snails she had just crushed. It was a pitiful snack, but one that the blue she-cat could at least make into her mouth by herself. She swiped her tongue across her paw, lapping as best she could and twirling her tongue back to bring the slime to swallow. It was a tremendous amount of effort to maneuver her body to accommodate both the teeny amount of strange food and the unnatural position of her tongue, but she was doing it all by herself.
The thought alone made her want to break out in a grin, if only she could.
She has options. She has always had options. Cats like Heavybranch and Roosterstrut have never shied away from helping her eat, drink, or groom. There were herbs that she had been given - ground up and mixed with water and dripped down her throat - that recovered her strength after the incident - but they would never be the same as hunting and catching your own food for sustenance... but when you only could use your paws, you had to be creative.
Slime coats each digit of her right foot, freshly oozed from the snails she had just crushed. It was a pitiful snack, but one that the blue she-cat could at least make into her mouth by herself. She swiped her tongue across her paw, lapping as best she could and twirling her tongue back to bring the slime to swallow. It was a tremendous amount of effort to maneuver her body to accommodate both the teeny amount of strange food and the unnatural position of her tongue, but she was doing it all by herself.
The thought alone made her want to break out in a grin, if only she could.
she smells like lemongrass and sleep