- Jun 14, 2022
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JUST ANOTHER GIRL
Chamomile wasn't what one would call....graceful. No, not by a long shot. It seemed almost every day that the pretty cream tabby found herself in some strange or hilarious predicament that caused most of her clanmates to either roll their eyes in annoyance or chuckle in charm.
Today would, yet again, be one of those days. Chamomile would be heard before she was seen, soft 'ow...ow...ow...' would come with each paw step, and the look of her would be enough to make most of her friends recoil back in shock. Her pelt was covered in burrs, her normally warm and sparkling verdant gaze was dull with pain as each time she moved the burrs would tug on her fur and skin.
She slipped into camp and looked around for Beesong, trying her best to steer clear of judging eyes. She fought back the tears that stung her eyes as she limped towards the den the medicine cat lived and worked in, because how could she further her shame by crying? What would Willow think? She already knew that any cat who spotted her would likely sigh in exasperation and just shake their heads in disappointment. It was just as much mystery to her why Cicadastar hadn't kicked her out of Riverclan yet.
She was almost to the den when a few NPC apprentices suddenly ran past her, and in her panic of not wanting any of them to get caught by the burrs in her pelt, she scrambled backward, letting out a soft whimper of pain as she did so. Chamomile would lose her footing entirely then and would flop onto her side into a patch of sunlight as if the universe wanted to place her sorry state on display for all her clanmates.
Today would, yet again, be one of those days. Chamomile would be heard before she was seen, soft 'ow...ow...ow...' would come with each paw step, and the look of her would be enough to make most of her friends recoil back in shock. Her pelt was covered in burrs, her normally warm and sparkling verdant gaze was dull with pain as each time she moved the burrs would tug on her fur and skin.
She slipped into camp and looked around for Beesong, trying her best to steer clear of judging eyes. She fought back the tears that stung her eyes as she limped towards the den the medicine cat lived and worked in, because how could she further her shame by crying? What would Willow think? She already knew that any cat who spotted her would likely sigh in exasperation and just shake their heads in disappointment. It was just as much mystery to her why Cicadastar hadn't kicked her out of Riverclan yet.
She was almost to the den when a few NPC apprentices suddenly ran past her, and in her panic of not wanting any of them to get caught by the burrs in her pelt, she scrambled backward, letting out a soft whimper of pain as she did so. Chamomile would lose her footing entirely then and would flop onto her side into a patch of sunlight as if the universe wanted to place her sorry state on display for all her clanmates.