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"LITTLE HELLIONS, KIDS FEELIN' REBELLIOUS"
//Backwritten to fit the prompt.
Prompt: How is Wildpaw entertaining himself while he is confined to his medicine den prison? What games does he play, what socializing is he managing? Who has he annoyed so badly they refuse to go to the den for anything now?
Time dragged on slow like heavy paws trudging through a sticky bog. Restricted to that of the medicine cat den, his days were burdened with the weight of boredom. The prickle of frustration was clear in the way he laid tense in his nest with a sour expression. If only looks could kill, he might have wiped out half the clan by now as he watched them go about their business beyond the den's confines. Well, cat watching wasn't going to be a favourite hobby of his, that was for sure.
No, there wasn't much that pleased or amused him now, beyond what level of company Patchpaw provided. She was a shining beacon amidst the grim darkness in his mind. But she couldn't be around all the time, so he knew he needed to find something to keep himself from going insane. That's when he came up with an idea to keep his mind stimulated with what he had on offer, and it involved using his senses. He decided that he would learn the layout of the den's interior, all without the use of his vision. No doubt he ended up pissing off the others in the den whenever he tripped over them or caused a mess by knocking over herbs and the like, but it kept him entertained.
It made the long days go by more easily, and amused him until Patchpaw was able to return to him. Ultimately he was making the best of a bad situation. At least he was fast approaching his freedom day.
Prompt: How is Wildpaw entertaining himself while he is confined to his medicine den prison? What games does he play, what socializing is he managing? Who has he annoyed so badly they refuse to go to the den for anything now?
Time dragged on slow like heavy paws trudging through a sticky bog. Restricted to that of the medicine cat den, his days were burdened with the weight of boredom. The prickle of frustration was clear in the way he laid tense in his nest with a sour expression. If only looks could kill, he might have wiped out half the clan by now as he watched them go about their business beyond the den's confines. Well, cat watching wasn't going to be a favourite hobby of his, that was for sure.
No, there wasn't much that pleased or amused him now, beyond what level of company Patchpaw provided. She was a shining beacon amidst the grim darkness in his mind. But she couldn't be around all the time, so he knew he needed to find something to keep himself from going insane. That's when he came up with an idea to keep his mind stimulated with what he had on offer, and it involved using his senses. He decided that he would learn the layout of the den's interior, all without the use of his vision. No doubt he ended up pissing off the others in the den whenever he tripped over them or caused a mess by knocking over herbs and the like, but it kept him entertained.
It made the long days go by more easily, and amused him until Patchpaw was able to return to him. Ultimately he was making the best of a bad situation. At least he was fast approaching his freedom day.
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