Post by rumple on Apr 30, 2021 8:48:41 GMT -5
It was the gentle morning waves that woke him in the end, whispering softly over the damp sand in the cove that ThornClan called home. Gravelpelt lifted his broad head, muscles screaming protest over the stiffness that had gathered overnight. It took Gravelpelt a few heartbeats to make sense of where he was lying: in a little groove in the floor of the medicine den that he liked to sort his herbs. It was cozy and comfortable, although clearly it had been a little too comfortable last night.
The medicine cat twitched his whiskers crossly and rose to his paws, shaking out his dark grey pelt. A few stray herbs fluttered down to the sandy floor of the cave, and he turned to them and tucked them back into their respective piles in front of him. Hopefully none had been damaged, but these were old herbs from last leaf-fall - he would soon be out in the forests that made up ThornClan territory searching for the fresh new shoots that would be much more effective at healing patients than the dusty old remnants from a few moons ago.
Gravelpelt dipped his head and gathered up the herb piles in an ever-whitening muzzle to place them on their allocated shelves along the cave wall. He took one more glance around the cave, making certain that he hadn't left out any herbs where any pesky kits or apprentices could get their mischievous paws on them. Satisfied that everything was safe and secure, the dark grey tom turned and left the den, squinting amber eyes in the bright dawn rays.
He sat down just outside his den, tucking his paws underneath himself and wrapping his tail around him, and waited for his Clanmates to emerge into the new day.