Day 4
Username: Mythz
Clan link: xx
Prompt:
“It’s always me.” Atticus grumbled, stomping along the frozen ground towards Sanddollar Shore. At this time of year, the Twisted Streams were well frozen over with thick ice that was practically unbreakable. His fur may have been short, but it was nice and thick. Although, it still did little to stop the cold from penetrating deep into his scruff.
The Tribe didn’t see snow often, although it did get very cold and the water would freeze over most years, snow barely came. This year however, proved to be different.
“Not even Finch came with me.” Tick huffed as he dragged the paperbark baskets behind him. No one wanted the task of collecting the freezing cold water, but Tick seemed to always get the dirty tasks.
Luckily for the Tribe, collecting unfrozen fresh water was not too troublesome, the ocean that surrounded their home was unlike most oceans, it was fresh water. The waves kept the ocean flowing and moving, leaving freezing cold but drinkable and accessible water. The hardest part was keeping the sand out of the baskets and making sure one didn’t freeze to death.
Tick reached the opening that lead down to the shore and he paused, stamping his feet to try and get his blood flowing. He glared at the ocean, knowing it’s icy talons were waiting for a chance to dig deep into him.
Unluckily for him, Tick’s fur proved to be waterproof and so he was often sent on the water tasks, whether fishing or rescuing some cat out in the ocean, or even gathering supplies from the old shipwreck. He was a strong swimmer, but that didn’t mean he liked getting drenched.
The tomcat sighed before dragging the baskets the rest of the way. He stood just out of the tide’s reach and stared at the flowing water. The waves crashed against each other loudly and Tick watched disdainfully, unhappy that he was tasked with collecting the water.
[324 words]
Username: Mythz
Clan link: xx
Prompt:
“It’s always me.” Atticus grumbled, stomping along the frozen ground towards Sanddollar Shore. At this time of year, the Twisted Streams were well frozen over with thick ice that was practically unbreakable. His fur may have been short, but it was nice and thick. Although, it still did little to stop the cold from penetrating deep into his scruff.
The Tribe didn’t see snow often, although it did get very cold and the water would freeze over most years, snow barely came. This year however, proved to be different.
“Not even Finch came with me.” Tick huffed as he dragged the paperbark baskets behind him. No one wanted the task of collecting the freezing cold water, but Tick seemed to always get the dirty tasks.
Luckily for the Tribe, collecting unfrozen fresh water was not too troublesome, the ocean that surrounded their home was unlike most oceans, it was fresh water. The waves kept the ocean flowing and moving, leaving freezing cold but drinkable and accessible water. The hardest part was keeping the sand out of the baskets and making sure one didn’t freeze to death.
Tick reached the opening that lead down to the shore and he paused, stamping his feet to try and get his blood flowing. He glared at the ocean, knowing it’s icy talons were waiting for a chance to dig deep into him.
Unluckily for him, Tick’s fur proved to be waterproof and so he was often sent on the water tasks, whether fishing or rescuing some cat out in the ocean, or even gathering supplies from the old shipwreck. He was a strong swimmer, but that didn’t mean he liked getting drenched.
The tomcat sighed before dragging the baskets the rest of the way. He stood just out of the tide’s reach and stared at the flowing water. The waves crashed against each other loudly and Tick watched disdainfully, unhappy that he was tasked with collecting the water.
[324 words]