Post by thymerunner on Jan 1, 2008 22:57:50 GMT -5
Gently padding through the dying leaves, Thymerunner's mottled peltage blended well in the forest colours. Lifting his head slightly with an open mouth, he winced. The strong reek of Shadowclan had hit him full on, carried by the strong winds of leaf-bare. Glancing around quickly, Thymerunner sighed. His long and desperate search for Thyme was pointless. Frost would have killed off most of the leaves, and even if he did find them there wouldn't probably be enough to soothe the aches of the warriors stomachs. A mouse had recently come into camp with a desease, quickly spreading through the freshkill. It had not caused much or fatal problems with the cats, only a harmless bellyache. Thymerunner looked around, thinking, maybe I'll use Watermint to my cause instead. It's just as effective but less easier to come by. Hopefully there will be enough to soothe our prey-catchers. He trotted off again, mouth wide open for any scent of the herb. By the time the sun was nearly down in the sky, Thymerunner was nearly out of time. He sighed, turning tail and heading home when a strong, watery scent hit his scent glands. Jumping quickly when a twig snapped underneath his paws, the tom quickly regained his composure. He had found the herb! Carefully, so as not to damage the plant, he grabbed a couple stalks and headed home. His tail was high with excitment and glee. The warriors would be able to hunt comfortably by tomorrow sunhigh.
