- Jul 26, 2022
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It seems everyone is relieved that newleaf has warmed the forest, Butterflytuft definitely one of them! Her first leaf-bare was survived, but it hasn't been easy, especially not for a sensitive former kittypet like herself. She's grateful for the fresh scent of sap, the budding flowers that have finally arrived. But even more-so, she's eager to leave the death of leaf-bare behind.
The tortoiseshell has not been placed on any patrols for the day, leaving her wide open to do what she really wants to do. Clean! Yellow eyes shine as she drags a dead pine bough away from the center of camp. It had fallen off one of the towering trees that shadowed the camp during the blizzard and has remained pushed towards the gnarled tree where Blazestar calls clan meetings. Everyone's so busy nowadays, the young warrior can't blame anyone for ignoring it along with other dead branches day after day. That's what she's here for. Doing this, she can actually be helpful.
Her tail swishes with the effort of pulling the branch towards the bramble entrance. A light, sing-song humming can be heard from her throat as she makes her way across the camp. Just outside, there are a pile of the other boughs she has dragged out. Her fluffy pelt is littered with pine needles and twigs, the remaining evidence of the work she's put in today. Normally, she would be much more conscious of her appearance, but in this moment she doesn't care. She's helping! She is actually being a helpful warrior for once and benefiting SkyClan. It feels so great!
The tortoiseshell has not been placed on any patrols for the day, leaving her wide open to do what she really wants to do. Clean! Yellow eyes shine as she drags a dead pine bough away from the center of camp. It had fallen off one of the towering trees that shadowed the camp during the blizzard and has remained pushed towards the gnarled tree where Blazestar calls clan meetings. Everyone's so busy nowadays, the young warrior can't blame anyone for ignoring it along with other dead branches day after day. That's what she's here for. Doing this, she can actually be helpful.
Her tail swishes with the effort of pulling the branch towards the bramble entrance. A light, sing-song humming can be heard from her throat as she makes her way across the camp. Just outside, there are a pile of the other boughs she has dragged out. Her fluffy pelt is littered with pine needles and twigs, the remaining evidence of the work she's put in today. Normally, she would be much more conscious of her appearance, but in this moment she doesn't care. She's helping! She is actually being a helpful warrior for once and benefiting SkyClan. It feels so great!