The Night Flower (Carot)

[Clemintine]

'Ah.. what stupid apprentice has gotten lost now..?''

"How many times have I said not to go near there alone?"


Tinyflowers long tail twitched behind her as she sat in front of a large bush of snake briars. Her nose twitched slightly and she could smell berries just in the middle of all of them. Words from older warriors swam around in her head as her vibrant green eyes stared straight ahead. Snakes and thorns huh? The petite she-cat got to her paws and headed towards the briars. 

Tinyflower was known for her size and peculiar tastes, her mother was a kittypet, the smallest cat breed ever, while her father was a rogue, thankfully. Because of that reason Tinyflower was some 5 pound Clan cat, instead she was a 7 pound one. Small and slim with long lets but still short, her tail was very long for her body sized and often stood out. She began to weave her way into the bush feeling a few pokes and tugs here and there. Her large ears laid back and her tail tucked as she continued her nose leading the way to the berries. 

Suddenly she was nose to berry with a dull blue black berry. She went a bit cross eyed and she stared at it before chomping it into her mouth. The she-cat sat down in front of the bush, her fur had some briars in it here and there but she was too focused on the berries to mind that. Tinyflower liked to eat berries, flowers and grass, perhaps she couldn't get all the kittypet out of her but she didn't like to eat dead squirrels and all that gross stuff, she would every now and then to keep from starving.

Moments later Tinyflower swallowed the last berry she could reach, her chin was stained with the dark blue coloring as well as her tongue. Sighing contently, the she-cat turned her head this was and that her eyes wide and curious.. which way had she come in?

[Carotius]

Nightowl hardly cared if others found him strange for climbing trees. He knew there others among the MidnightClanners who had this ability as well, whether by pure skill or half-Clan genetics - if they existed, then he would technically be no different from any of them, all things considered. He chose to keep his maw shut, however, disliking the potential of mindless arguments and chatter with no substance within each choice of words, causing his ears and subsequently his mind to ring from irritation and exasperation. He'd rather be alone and quiet, doing what he did best without some mouse-brain telling him his skills were like a curse from StarClan.

For now, the dark Bengal had his ears twisting this way and that, attempting to locate a rustle he heard a heartbeat ago. Was that a thrush just landing in the bush, ready for him to take home as a meal this greenleaf? It better be, what with leaf-fall coming threateningly closer a little too quickly for his liking. Falling into a lower gait that granted his stealth, he weaved through the thick undergrowth, blue eyes flicking in every direction systematically with the twisting of his ears. I did not imagine that sound. He tasted the air, noting with slight curiosity at the strange mingling of scents.

Berries and cats.

There was no possibility for the medicine cat nor their apprentice to be out right now - he passed their busy den when he left. Nightowl inhaled again, tilting his head thoughtfully as he tried to sift out the scents he detected. Blueberry. Or maybe blackberry. He wasn't sure which, but he knew it had to be those two; so what was the other one? ...MidnightClan. And another, but he couldn't quite place it just yet. No matter. Tail tip twitching, the black tom padded onwards, following the scent trail up until it pretty much hit him full in the face.

Flicking his ears, Nightowl examined the large bush in front of him, eyes narrowing as they analysed the leaves and twigs. Someone's been through here... One mottled paw poked tentatively at a broken twig, of which he noticed something was hanging off its thorny tip. The tom blinked in surprise. 

It was fur.