Post by εℓιzαвεтн. on May 10, 2015 21:04:40 GMT -5
ooc; Roselocke for Sandpaw c;
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Applestream was really getting tired of all the twolegs on his beach. Greenleaf was so great, but so horrid because of them. They made it hard to enjoy the sun and warm waters and the bounty of Greenleaf prey. They were annoying and he was really craving a swim. So, the only suitable place was the island, of course. There he could listen to the sounds of waves, doze in the sun, as well as being perfectly safe from all the twolegs that played in the water because of the thorns surrounding the edge.
It was an easy swim across. The water was shallow and he wasn't named Applestream for no reason. It wasn't so easy to get to the clearing her wanted to be in. The ginger tom wasn't big, per say, but he wasn't small either. And he was no longer the apprentice who could just snake along the ground to avoid catching his back along the thorns. So, some of his orange fur was caught in clumps, the thorn bushes proudly waving the bright ginger fur in the slight breeze that graced the island. Though, that may not have been the worst thing to occur as he was shedding because of the Greenleaf anyways. And the thorns were worth the view and privacy of the island. He sat in the center of the clearing, watching the water ripple on the far ocean horizon, glinting gorgeously under the bright sun.
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Applestream was really getting tired of all the twolegs on his beach. Greenleaf was so great, but so horrid because of them. They made it hard to enjoy the sun and warm waters and the bounty of Greenleaf prey. They were annoying and he was really craving a swim. So, the only suitable place was the island, of course. There he could listen to the sounds of waves, doze in the sun, as well as being perfectly safe from all the twolegs that played in the water because of the thorns surrounding the edge.
It was an easy swim across. The water was shallow and he wasn't named Applestream for no reason. It wasn't so easy to get to the clearing her wanted to be in. The ginger tom wasn't big, per say, but he wasn't small either. And he was no longer the apprentice who could just snake along the ground to avoid catching his back along the thorns. So, some of his orange fur was caught in clumps, the thorn bushes proudly waving the bright ginger fur in the slight breeze that graced the island. Though, that may not have been the worst thing to occur as he was shedding because of the Greenleaf anyways. And the thorns were worth the view and privacy of the island. He sat in the center of the clearing, watching the water ripple on the far ocean horizon, glinting gorgeously under the bright sun.
