- Feb 2, 2024
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tags! ₊˚✧ ゚. new leaf has arrived. a breath of hot air washes over the land, thawing out the ice and resurrecting once brittle and brown foliage. it was starting to look green again; a stark constrast to the desolate landscape she had become so familiar with. this is what warriors had meant when they relegated tales of new-leaf, with prey so bountiful it practically jumped into your mouth. she could see ripples of the river as salmon fought their way upstream in droves, no doubt it was flourishing with a variety of species. her mouth was practically watering, but she had her sights on higher ambitions; it was something even more exquisite. a colony of bees had made their home on the lower branch of a tree she now stood at the base of, there was a small opening in the side. it was paw-sized, her paw-sized. if i could just shuffled up the trunk and scoop the delectable nectar inside... but her escape would have to be quick, lest she felt the furious sting of their retaliation. duckpaw is sizing up the tree now. was the distance short enough that she could simply jump off and land unharmed? or would she have to shuffle back down, slowing her break out? maybe it was all worth it? somebody had told her about honey once and the taste; pure sugar and sweet. even the name was tantalizing and rolled off the tongue smoothly. duckpaw breathes in; she decides that it is worth it. she could even bring some back to the clan and let them all have a taste of her bounty. duckpaw peels a square of moss of the roots of the tree. it was the perfect vessel for transporting such a viscous liquid.
duckpaw makes a leap on to the tree, claws unsheathed into the bark to make a stubborn purchase. the low humming of the bees vibrated in her ears. perhaps they had sensed a disturbance in the air? a few stray workers travel near her ears, but she flicks them away. adrenaline is wedging itself into tightly constricted muscles now. she feels fear, but deteremination is an overwhelming force. quickly and quietly, she scrabbles up the tree, powerful hindlegs make her ascension to the lower branch in only three strong movements. blood is rushing through her ears now and she is breathing hard through the moss she was carrying. duckpaw shifts the moss from her mouth to her paw, and in one deft movement, she sticks it into the hive until she is met with liquidy resistance. the angry humming of bees got louder and louder as they realized she was here to reap the benefits of months of their hard labour. she feels the first sting in her paw and yelps, but does not withdraw until she was ensured the moss was properly soaked. tears well up in her eyes as they swarm around her now. she decides the moss has been inside long enough, and pops it back into her mouth, nearly dropping it in the transition. get out!! she cried urgently in her mind. the honey fills up her mouth, overwhelming her senses in a sweet haze, but she was being stung at the same time. it was hard to properly savour the moment. duckpaw hastily decides to jump from the tree, and makes a hard landing onto the earth below. the humming is following her now as she sprints. keep running! she prompts urgently, legs burning with exhaustion and paws stinging with the tendrils of furious workers. at some point, everything goes quiet and she slows down to a trot.
"i did it-mmph!" duckpaw mumbles through the moss. her paws is really burning now, the site of many initial stings, but the taste of honey had made it all worth it. she trudges into the camp, dirtied and messy with a swollen paw in tow, but she has the biggest shit-eating grin on her face. "anybody want some honey?" new-leaf was now her favourite season.
duckpaw makes a leap on to the tree, claws unsheathed into the bark to make a stubborn purchase. the low humming of the bees vibrated in her ears. perhaps they had sensed a disturbance in the air? a few stray workers travel near her ears, but she flicks them away. adrenaline is wedging itself into tightly constricted muscles now. she feels fear, but deteremination is an overwhelming force. quickly and quietly, she scrabbles up the tree, powerful hindlegs make her ascension to the lower branch in only three strong movements. blood is rushing through her ears now and she is breathing hard through the moss she was carrying. duckpaw shifts the moss from her mouth to her paw, and in one deft movement, she sticks it into the hive until she is met with liquidy resistance. the angry humming of bees got louder and louder as they realized she was here to reap the benefits of months of their hard labour. she feels the first sting in her paw and yelps, but does not withdraw until she was ensured the moss was properly soaked. tears well up in her eyes as they swarm around her now. she decides the moss has been inside long enough, and pops it back into her mouth, nearly dropping it in the transition. get out!! she cried urgently in her mind. the honey fills up her mouth, overwhelming her senses in a sweet haze, but she was being stung at the same time. it was hard to properly savour the moment. duckpaw hastily decides to jump from the tree, and makes a hard landing onto the earth below. the humming is following her now as she sprints. keep running! she prompts urgently, legs burning with exhaustion and paws stinging with the tendrils of furious workers. at some point, everything goes quiet and she slows down to a trot.
"i did it-mmph!" duckpaw mumbles through the moss. her paws is really burning now, the site of many initial stings, but the taste of honey had made it all worth it. she trudges into the camp, dirtied and messy with a swollen paw in tow, but she has the biggest shit-eating grin on her face. "anybody want some honey?" new-leaf was now her favourite season.