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Post by mºµrñïngs†år on Jun 6, 2010 22:27:53 GMT -8
It was rather unusual to see Mourningstar out and about in the center of the camp, especially at such an early hour. She was not known for mingling with her clanmates, and she was definitely not known for waking up at reasonable hours without poking and prodding from either her faithful deputy, Violetstorm, or someone sent under his bidding. So when she stepped out into the soft light of morning, it went without saying that she got quite a few confused stares. She could hear whispers all around, contemplating a clan meeting or perhaps an important announcement. But no, none of that was going to happen.
Really, she didn't know why she'd woken up so early. Usually, when she awoke at such an insane time of day, she'd grumble about noises outside of her den and curl herself up tightly in an attempt to fall back asleep (an attempt that, more often than not, failed miserably). But on this day, she'd woken up bright and early with no sense of grogginess and no feeling of resentment towards any of the cats around her, which was usually the most noticeable of her symptoms when she was rousted before she was ready to be gallivanting about, doing leaderly things.
Speaking of leaderly things, they were proving to be less time-consuming than she'd originally thought. When Bristlestar had first named her, she'd promptly given him her best 'you-are-positively-absolutely-insane' stare. She had a large attention span, but she was not the kind of cat that liked to spend a bunch of time on tedious chores. But when she became leader following Bristlestar's early passing, everything became a whole lot easier. All she had to do was announce ceremonies and send out some patrols three times a day, and even when it came to the patrols, if she really didn't feel like doing it, she could pass it off to Violetstorm. Wasn't it his job to carry her burden when she didn't feel like it? Okay, so maybe he was only supposed to do her work if she was incapable, but if he was willing to do her bidding, she would take advantage of that! So being leader was, except for that one crazy stint with the weird seasons, smooth sailing. The one thing that truly irritated her about it was that she rarely got time to roam outside of the camp. It was ill-advised to travel outside the camp walls, especially near the borders, just on the off-chance some crazy might try to brutally murder her. But moreso the reason was someone in camp might need to talk to her about important matters - namely the medicine cat in the case of a dream of particular interest. This fact alone made her bitter.
Still, though she'd gotten up of her own free will and stumbled bleary-eyed out of her den in mostly good cheer, she wasn't fully awake. Even though she had no desire to curl up and go back to sleep, her mind was still fuzzy with those last sticky bits of sleepiness that always lingered for awhile after waking. So, as she found herself trudging about the center of the camp, she also found herself bumping into her clanmates. Usually, it was just a small nudge where, even though the fault was entirely hers, the victim would give her a curt nod and apologize with a quiet, "Pardon me, Mourningstar." But in her state, with her perception so off, she was bound to stupidly trip over something. And that something happened to be the fresh-kill pile.
She tumbled blindly into another feline, and for a moment, she just sat there haphazardly in confusion. It took her a moment to realize what had just happened. Suddenly, her sleepiness faded. She composed herself and brought herself back onto all fours, dipping her head in apology to the poor soul she'd just run into. "Forgive me," she mewed. "I'm a little tired this morning."
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