Post by Wrenflame on Jul 23, 2018 10:13:14 GMT
Wrenflame's skin crawled. She crouched under a bush, peering out, checking every corner.
The dawn of a new day began: Dew from the grass clung to her pelt, thick clouds covered the skies, and a light mist hung about.
ThunderClan's medicine cat thought this would be the best time to come here. What kittypet got up before sunhigh? Lazy bastards, she scolded.
She needed catmint, and it'd come to her attention that twolegs often grew it for their cats. During her apprentice days, she was collecting herbs along the fence and an old tom told her a few important pieces of life in the twolegplace: For one, twolegs grew catmint not for their pets' health, but for pleasure (imagine having such an easy life that one can use medicine for fun); secondly, when a kittypet gets sick, they're put in the belly of a twoleg monster and brought to a medicine twoleg. They either get healed or they never come back. The trade-off to having access to this medicine twoleg, he told her, was that in one's youth, the twoleg removed a cat's ability to have kits and made them lethargic.
While not interested in a mate and kits herself, Wrenflame wondered if it was worth giving up the physical ability to have kittens in order to have this medicine twoleg. What could they do that a Clan healer couldn't?
Wrenflame flicked her tail. She couldn't stand coming here. Fear of all kinds threatened to turn her away: What if a Clanmate saw her and thought she wanted to become a kittypet? They could easily spread some shitty rumor throughout the Clan that, even with herbs, she'd have a hard time dispelling; beyond that fear was the one of twolegs: What if one kidnapped her? Her Clan could not do without her. Kittypets were more of an annoyance than a fear, but Wrenflame absolutely did not want to deal with them.
But life was full of surprises, and if she happened to come across a kittypet here, it certainly wouldn't be the biggest surprise.
Wrenflame picked her way out of the bush and found a spot in the spiderweb-like fence where the bottom was curled outward. She gave a quick check to ensure she was still alone, then wriggled under the fence and crept toward the nearest twoleg garden, catmint on the mind.
The dawn of a new day began: Dew from the grass clung to her pelt, thick clouds covered the skies, and a light mist hung about.
ThunderClan's medicine cat thought this would be the best time to come here. What kittypet got up before sunhigh? Lazy bastards, she scolded.
She needed catmint, and it'd come to her attention that twolegs often grew it for their cats. During her apprentice days, she was collecting herbs along the fence and an old tom told her a few important pieces of life in the twolegplace: For one, twolegs grew catmint not for their pets' health, but for pleasure (imagine having such an easy life that one can use medicine for fun); secondly, when a kittypet gets sick, they're put in the belly of a twoleg monster and brought to a medicine twoleg. They either get healed or they never come back. The trade-off to having access to this medicine twoleg, he told her, was that in one's youth, the twoleg removed a cat's ability to have kits and made them lethargic.
While not interested in a mate and kits herself, Wrenflame wondered if it was worth giving up the physical ability to have kittens in order to have this medicine twoleg. What could they do that a Clan healer couldn't?
Wrenflame flicked her tail. She couldn't stand coming here. Fear of all kinds threatened to turn her away: What if a Clanmate saw her and thought she wanted to become a kittypet? They could easily spread some shitty rumor throughout the Clan that, even with herbs, she'd have a hard time dispelling; beyond that fear was the one of twolegs: What if one kidnapped her? Her Clan could not do without her. Kittypets were more of an annoyance than a fear, but Wrenflame absolutely did not want to deal with them.
But life was full of surprises, and if she happened to come across a kittypet here, it certainly wouldn't be the biggest surprise.
Wrenflame picked her way out of the bush and found a spot in the spiderweb-like fence where the bottom was curled outward. She gave a quick check to ensure she was still alone, then wriggled under the fence and crept toward the nearest twoleg garden, catmint on the mind.
