Post by cometstreak on Jan 3, 2008 13:14:32 GMT -5
Cometstreak yawned sleepily. The red-brown medicine cat had been taking a nap, but now she was awake. She stretched slowly. Cometstreak began to wash herself. Suddenly she stopped mid-lick. What was she doing, lazing around like a fat kittypet? The medicine cat scolded herself silently and trotted down the tunnel that connected the medicine cats' den to the rest of the camp.
She padded over to the fresh-kill pile and selected a small, tawny bird. Sitting down to eat, Cometstreak remembered guiltily that the fresh-kill pile was something she hardly ever contributed to. The tabby tried to shake it off. It wasn't her fault that she contracted that disease. But Cometstrek found herself staring out into the forest.
She padded over to the fresh-kill pile and selected a small, tawny bird. Sitting down to eat, Cometstreak remembered guiltily that the fresh-kill pile was something she hardly ever contributed to. The tabby tried to shake it off. It wasn't her fault that she contracted that disease. But Cometstrek found herself staring out into the forest.