[ Yesterday, Hollyleaf dealt with the others approaching the other "Prospects," as she'd heard...one of them say, it's hard to distinguish between the Two-legs, especially when she's been trying her best to ignore everything.
There was something about being assigned dens (rooms), but of course Hollyleaf didn't listen. She wouldn't, why would any cat try to live in one of these weird dens? She found a bush outside in the outdoors area (why is it fenced), behind one of the smaller dens (the storage shed), and curled up...after not finding any fresh-kill. Hungry and left with just the memories of where she'd come from, she slept, praying to StarClan that she'd wake up where she should be.
...Instead, she wakes this bright morning with something else strange strapped to her body. To her head. It's some kind of...no she has no idea what this is. (It's a hat. She has the NAUGHTY hat.) Unfortunately, she can't seem to struggle it off, as like the backpack it's well-fitted. Therefore, that's what she'll have on her. All day.
Outside is where she'll be for most of the day, hunting -- or, you know, trying to. There's no birds (besides. well, you know--) or mice or voles, no prey. How do they expect her to live without food? Even the tunnels... She's looking everywhere, behind every structure, under every rock, all the while with this thing on her head. Haunches raised, stalking quietly...but there's not enough underbrush, either. Eventually, she sighs and flops down, pawing at the ground. ]
How can anyone expect a cat to find food in this place? Is this what it's like living in WindClan? [ ...She wrinkles her nose. What a bad thought.
Eventually, she comes across the pool. She quirks her ear and twitches her whiskers. ]
This lake...is so small. What's the use of it? [ At least she can drink... Gently, she leans forward and stretches out her neck to take a drink and-- Hrecck, she just starts spitting the water back out. ] Disgusting!
[ (...Don't drink water with chlorine, Hollyleaf. ) ]
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There was something about being assigned dens (rooms), but of course Hollyleaf didn't listen. She wouldn't, why would any cat try to live in one of these weird dens? She found a bush outside in the outdoors area (why is it fenced), behind one of the smaller dens (the storage shed), and curled up...after not finding any fresh-kill. Hungry and left with just the memories of where she'd come from, she slept, praying to StarClan that she'd wake up where she should be.
...Instead, she wakes this bright morning with something else strange strapped to her body. To her head. It's some kind of...no she has no idea what this is. (It's a hat. She has the NAUGHTY hat.) Unfortunately, she can't seem to struggle it off, as like the backpack it's well-fitted. Therefore, that's what she'll have on her. All day.
Outside is where she'll be for most of the day, hunting -- or, you know, trying to. There's no birds (besides. well, you know--) or mice or voles, no prey. How do they expect her to live without food? Even the tunnels... She's looking everywhere, behind every structure, under every rock, all the while with this thing on her head. Haunches raised, stalking quietly...but there's not enough underbrush, either. Eventually, she sighs and flops down, pawing at the ground. ]
How can anyone expect a cat to find food in this place? Is this what it's like living in WindClan? [ ...She wrinkles her nose. What a bad thought.
Eventually, she comes across the pool. She quirks her ear and twitches her whiskers. ]
This lake...is so small. What's the use of it? [ At least she can drink... Gently, she leans forward and stretches out her neck to take a drink and-- Hrecck, she just starts spitting the water back out. ] Disgusting!
[ (...Don't drink water with chlorine, Hollyleaf. ) ]