Cat Mint

[Shadewing]

[atrb=border,0,true][cs=7][bg=21784C] the count;; 864 the puppet;; Polarpaw the involved;; nobody hopefully :p the notes;; good girls go baaaad. or guys in this case :p It was early morning, and Polarpaw had made a point, first thing when he woke up, he would break off from a hunting patrol. He wasn't allowed to do border patrol, in case there was a skirmish and his wounds were reopened, but he could hunt with the warriors. He had nearly mastered hunting, and he knew he would become a warrior soon. Too bad Blossomfire wouldn't be there. Get over yourself, Polarpaw. That was over a moon ago, It was, that was true. Maybe it was just the prospect of having a mate that made him have a longing for the first she-cat he ever liked. Her personality was almost perfect. What if that was the best he could get? Polarpaw flicked his left ear, as he heard Leopardheart say that they'd try hunting by the river, though anywhere near was fine. Polarpaw walked like the rest of the warriors, conforming in with them. He did walk a little bit slower, and soon he was at the back of the cats. They were near the river when he was a few yards away from them. Polarpaw turned the other way, and walked off, sneakily. He stopped, and looked behind him, to see tails disappearing. Good, they hadn't noticed. Polarpaw then ran, making his way to the abandoned twoleg nest. He couldn't wait to get there, and smell the catmint. He had some of it from Burningflame, to calm him a little, since the smell of it was making him apparently act strange, messing up her work. Eating it worked, and Polarpaw wanted more of it. Catmint would be important later, but having a few leaves in the twoleg next couldn't hurt. Polarpaw soon found himself at the twoleg nest, and the scent of the catmint already made him excited. The fluffy white cat looked at the overgrown plants in a stone surrounded garden, and plucked a few leaves. He then retreated to inside of the creaky nest. The taste calmed him, and put him in a dream-like state. "I'm sleepy," Polarpaw said quietly, with a yawn. He laughed, and rolled on his side, smelling the cat mint leaves, content. He soon snapped out of his sleepy state, and clawed at the floor. His eyes became wide, and he starting rolling around, a little crazed. He sneezed three time in a row. He kneaded his claws again, and then left the twoleg nest. He ran a few laps around it, and then noticed a small hole in the red stones. Polarpaw laughed to himself, and then slipped down there. There was a colony of mice under there. Polarpaw mewed happily, several times, scaring them into a frenzy, where they soon all hid. Polarpaw felt like he was stepping on stones in the quarry, except there was very little dirt of the gray floor. It smelled musty under the nest, and there was nothing really down there. But, Polarpaw felt relieved as soon as he went under, liking the dark, moist feeling, knowing he was alone. Polarpaw quickly got bored of the place, and then crawled out, coming to his senses. Polarpaw, feeling his happiness wearing off, walked back inside of the twoleg nest, and took a few more sniffs of the soft leaves, which seemed greener than usual. Polarpaw ran outside again, ran around the nest, and where he found the hole, right next to it, he lifted his leg and relieved himself all on the red stones. Polarpaw got on the grass, went on his side, and lashed his tail a few times. He laughed lightly, and like a purposeless laugh, and pushed himself using his back feet, around the grass. He didn't slide around, but he made slow progress. After a while, the catmint feeling wore off, and Polarpaw walked over to the nest, and ate all of the evidence of any high he had gotten. He walked, no, more stumbled, outside, and then crash down in the grass. He rolled onto his back, and watched the birds fly away, alarmed. "Why do we kill you poor guys? We could just eat catmint.. or eat rabbits.. or eat mice.. fish.. other cats.. I wonder how cat tastes..." Polarpaw mumbled, rolling onto his side, and looking at the grass, seeing a tiny beetle crawling on a blade of grass. "And, in honor of you, beetle, all of my kits shall be called Beetlekit. Or, maybe just one," The beetled rubbed its mandibles, and then opened its armored wings, and flew away. "You can fly away too.. what did I ever do to you? What did you ever do to me? Why am I even naming a kit Beetlekit after you? Pah! Why am I even thinking of kits?" With a stange purr, he kind of did a stretch while he lay down, and then got up, slowly regaining his footing. Polarpaw looked up at the sky, seeing that the sun was rising further. Alarmed, Polarpaw found some ferns, and rolled, until he could smell nothing but ferns. He then ran to catch up with the rest of the patrol, still a little tipsy.

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