Post by Tanglestar on Dec 2, 2009 20:47:22 GMT -5
Kitsong stretched her jaws into an enormous yawn. She blinked several times to get the sleep out of her eyes, and continued sorting her berries drowsily. "Juniper... Coltsfoot... Marigold... Wait, that's coltsfoot... and that's... that's borage!" She twitched her ears, and drug out all of her supplies again, and started over. Her tortoiseshell pelt was dull from lack of sleep, and her eyes, she could hardly hold open. It was almost moonhigh, the patrol came back with an apprentice that got stuck in a thorn bush and a few senior warriors that chased a young fox out of the territory... She hardly noticed paw steps coming into her den.
