- Jun 10, 2022
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Not every day of leaf-bare did it snow. No, sometimes the clouds swelled and wept, and their tears remained liquid rather than freezing on the way down. Some had rather stark opinions of rain versus snow, but Mallowlark was not one such cat- no, he really didn't care. The snow was fun to frolic in, but the rain brought after it a plethora of beasts. Little ones, generally slimy- it was slugs and snails he searched for in the aftermath, an activity he performed even now he was an adult. Today was no exception- it had rained the night before, and so out would creep the snails from their crevices, and if he couldn't find any empty shells then he might at least find a snail...
Oh, or two! There upon a rock two snails sat side by side, and in Mallowlark's head immediately sprung a fun idea. WindClan's favourite pastime was racing... but why leave it to just the cats?
In front of the snails he held a stick, holding them off from going forward for now. And then, then- "Three, two, one- GO!" he cheered, whipping the stick away and watching with enraptured grey eyes as the snails set upon their race to the other end of the rock. It was neck in neck, closer than any cat-race he'd seen- all until one of the snails started veering off, apparently finding more interest elsewhere. "No, Guts, you're supposed to go forward! You're just giving Slime the win!" He sounded anguished, almost, in amongst the humour of it. How short was this snail's attention span, huh?
Oh, or two! There upon a rock two snails sat side by side, and in Mallowlark's head immediately sprung a fun idea. WindClan's favourite pastime was racing... but why leave it to just the cats?
In front of the snails he held a stick, holding them off from going forward for now. And then, then- "Three, two, one- GO!" he cheered, whipping the stick away and watching with enraptured grey eyes as the snails set upon their race to the other end of the rock. It was neck in neck, closer than any cat-race he'd seen- all until one of the snails started veering off, apparently finding more interest elsewhere. "No, Guts, you're supposed to go forward! You're just giving Slime the win!" He sounded anguished, almost, in amongst the humour of it. How short was this snail's attention span, huh?
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