Another gust of wind blew through her fur, but Breezewhisper hardly noticed, too pleased with her hunt. She sniffed at her haul for the day, intrigued by all the little leaves and trinkets. At least her belly would be full tonight, even if she was still cold and her fur was sticky. She quickly lapped at one of her paws, trying to remove the residue before it tangled up her fur. The sweet taste reminded her of her kittypet days. Hm. Maybe she would wash it off in the river, instead.
Carefully, she gathered up her quarry into the now abandoned stoat burrow, kicking a spray of snow over it to hide it from any predators or thieves. With a quick sniff to make sure it was hidden from scent, she set off towards the closest rushing of water. Hopefully she would be able to find it again herself. And hopefully the leaves wouldn't be crushed under the cold, hard snow - she wasn't sure if they were useful yet. Surely any crispy little leaves were useful around here. She hadn't found very many so far.
The forest air was cool and crisp, and the winds seemed to have scared everything into their warm homes. She was lucky she'd stumbled upon that stoat burrow - and that lemming, wherever it had been going. She tipped her head to the side as she trotted briskly through the snow, ear twitching. No sounds of danger, or sounds of scuffling prey. She sighed softly, allowing herself to relax and enjoy the sounds of her home while she walked. It really was beautiful.
When she finally arrived at the river, after a quite peaceful walk, she sat at the edge, tilting her head towards the sky. She loved the tundra, she really did. She was grateful she would be able to raise her kit in such a beautiful place. But that didn't stop the tiny nagging at her heart, the remembrance of her old life. She sighed, turning back to the rushing of the water. With one more lap at the sweetness on her paw, she let the memories of warm nights with her housefolk flood through her mind for just a moment. Then, she dipped it gently into the river, letting the waters sweep the memory away.
Carefully, she gathered up her quarry into the now abandoned stoat burrow, kicking a spray of snow over it to hide it from any predators or thieves. With a quick sniff to make sure it was hidden from scent, she set off towards the closest rushing of water. Hopefully she would be able to find it again herself. And hopefully the leaves wouldn't be crushed under the cold, hard snow - she wasn't sure if they were useful yet. Surely any crispy little leaves were useful around here. She hadn't found very many so far.
The forest air was cool and crisp, and the winds seemed to have scared everything into their warm homes. She was lucky she'd stumbled upon that stoat burrow - and that lemming, wherever it had been going. She tipped her head to the side as she trotted briskly through the snow, ear twitching. No sounds of danger, or sounds of scuffling prey. She sighed softly, allowing herself to relax and enjoy the sounds of her home while she walked. It really was beautiful.
When she finally arrived at the river, after a quite peaceful walk, she sat at the edge, tilting her head towards the sky. She loved the tundra, she really did. She was grateful she would be able to raise her kit in such a beautiful place. But that didn't stop the tiny nagging at her heart, the remembrance of her old life. She sighed, turning back to the rushing of the water. With one more lap at the sweetness on her paw, she let the memories of warm nights with her housefolk flood through her mind for just a moment. Then, she dipped it gently into the river, letting the waters sweep the memory away.
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--inventory
lemming | 2 FP | x1
stoat | 2 FP | x1
honey | soothes sore throats & infections | x1
tansy | treats coughs & heals wounds | x1
catchweed | fastens poultice to wound | x1
stinging nettle | brings down swelling & induces vomiting | x1
--items in inventory used
none!
-- active quests: N/A
--level 0
experience: 34