good morning world • foldpaw, open

[♣ august !]

hues of pink and orange splattered across the dawn sky, illuminated by the sunrise. clouds turned from cold grey to warm purple as the minutes drift by. on a normal day, there is no work to perform, no duties to be done. and this is what you notice when all you do is collect herbs all day. the medicine cat den drifted with the scent of herbs. a brown she-cat's whiskers twitched, and suddenly her eyelids opened, revealing yellow-green orbs. her gaze flickered to the figure beside her.

hazelberry had to admit that foldpaw was a good apprentice. the ginger tom had kept her sane in the hardest of times. not that he was lively or anything. the she-cat had always thought the two were similar in that they both never could be left alone and they shared the curse of being introverted, so they had each other. it was a perfect match, no one could deny it, and maybe if they were the same age and not medicine cats... nevermind.

would they? could they? hazelberry ralized she had never really thought about having a mate. it just didn't occur to her. she had always thought her heart belonged to starclan. "it still DOES!" she reprimanded herself. "i must not get carried away."

the narrow space where crisp leaf-bare light filtered in seemed to expand as the sun rose, warming flameclan territory. "good, the trees will be nice and soft for me to dig my claws into!" "no, hazelberry, don't waste the trees like that. we need them for collecting moss!" "shutup!"

with a quick flick of her tounge, she diligently cleaned her face and ears with a swift paw. she could not meet the day with moss and feathers in her fur! muscles tence, she stood from her nest and flexed her claws. tendons stretched as she bridged herself across the medicine den.

on a normal day, there is no work to perform, no duties to be done. and this is what you do when all you do is collect herbs all day.

three hundred forty

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Ah, the noise. A young red tabby lounged lazily in a field of tall grasses. A breeze whispered across the meadow and stirred the honey colored grass in a scrumptious rustle of noises. Chattering sounded quite clearly across the open space, sending chords and melodies tinkering into the air, as a flock of bird was disrupted by the wind. The gust curled over the semi-long pelt of the apprentice and tousled each hair of it with airy fingers. He stretched out one tangerine paw and brushed against the ground. His ability to hear even the light noise with perfect clarity caused a toothy smile to tug at the corners of his mouth. A pink, triangle of a nose twitched and inhaled the familiar aroma of herbs as they began to slip into his intonational dream. The real world was beginning its slow consumption of the protective barriers that made up his imaginary atmosphere, waking him up to reality.

Two golden eyes, their pupils rimmed with green, opened slowly with a groggy expression clouding their gaze. Gathering his paws beneath him, Foldpaw rose slowly into and standing position. As he stood, he stretched out his neck and closed his eyes again. His jaws spread open involuntarily into a mighty yawn before he snapped them closed with a sharp click. The noise was muffled considerably, and the lack of articulateness provoked a customary frown to slip onto his round face.

Lifting a paw wearily over the edge of his warm nest, Foldpaw stepped out onto the chilly air. Looking out at the interior of the Medicine Cat Den, the apprentice turned his thoughts away from the bliss of fantasy as he was reminded of his duties and the depressing suppressed world he was enclosed in. Tilting his curled right ear forward, he straightened it out as far as it could go and tried to pick up any sounds that were coming from the camp up above. His mind mulling over what the new day might bring.

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words | Three Thirty Four.
notes | Hmmm... not sure what I think of this header image :/ I'll plan on making a better one later.
music | Just The Way You Are by Bruno Mars.
colors | "talking" - thinking - actions