Post by Deleted on Aug 12, 2015 23:13:39 GMT -6
@drought
The day was exceptionally hot. Yes, it was summer, and yes, Rose did have a dark pelt, but the sensation of her fur burning was stronger than usual, which usually meant she was either on fire or it was an exceptionally hot day. And Rose decided - hoped - that she wasn't on fire, so it must've been a hot day causing her misery.
After a quick dip in the cooling river which almost ended up with her drowning, the dripping adolescent paced back and forth, waiting for her pelt to dry. During this pacing, however, she found herself in a place laced with other cat scents. What was this? She looked around, curiosity taking over and making her bound to one of the places where cat-scent was the strongest, and poking her nose in. Inside, was some dry moss and prey bones.
Oh.
This is another cat's nest.
Squeaking, she scurried back, worried that some cat would smell her scent and think she was challenging them. She'd heard of this place, and had been advised to make a nest of her own, but she'd never gotten around to doing it. How was a cat supposed to make a nest? Confused, she whipped around, about to observe some other nests when she smelt fresh cat scent before her. Before she could stop, she crashed into the cat with a squeak.
"Sorry!" she squealed, scrambling back. "Sorry! Mistakes! Apologies!"
The day was exceptionally hot. Yes, it was summer, and yes, Rose did have a dark pelt, but the sensation of her fur burning was stronger than usual, which usually meant she was either on fire or it was an exceptionally hot day. And Rose decided - hoped - that she wasn't on fire, so it must've been a hot day causing her misery.
After a quick dip in the cooling river which almost ended up with her drowning, the dripping adolescent paced back and forth, waiting for her pelt to dry. During this pacing, however, she found herself in a place laced with other cat scents. What was this? She looked around, curiosity taking over and making her bound to one of the places where cat-scent was the strongest, and poking her nose in. Inside, was some dry moss and prey bones.
Oh.
This is another cat's nest.
Squeaking, she scurried back, worried that some cat would smell her scent and think she was challenging them. She'd heard of this place, and had been advised to make a nest of her own, but she'd never gotten around to doing it. How was a cat supposed to make a nest? Confused, she whipped around, about to observe some other nests when she smelt fresh cat scent before her. Before she could stop, she crashed into the cat with a squeak.
"Sorry!" she squealed, scrambling back. "Sorry! Mistakes! Apologies!"
