the cure for boredom [open] Apr 12, 2016 21:33:11 GMT -8
Post by LORD SAOLA on Apr 12, 2016 21:33:11 GMT -8
ooc: my brain hurts too much for coding \o/The small feline nosed around various piles of herbs, having recently sorted the entire inventory at least three times that morning. He lifted his head, breathing out a soft sigh, careful not to disrupt the leaves below him. Blackened ears twitched, and he found himself utterly... bored. Such a dastardly word for him, it was the one illness that lacked a cure. Well, there were infinite cures for boredom, but, when it came to the small tomcat, he was afraid that none of the worked. Perhaps one would, but there were none he was willing to try. He had sorted his herbs not once, not twice, but thrice. He had groomed his fur. He had even tidied up the den, fixing up the one nest that was meant for him but often went unused, clearing the entrance of any debris, and making sure that everything was to his standards.
It kept him busy, sure, but it did not cure his boredom.
Perhaps a trip outside? Yes, maybe that would help. A walk through nature! But, I still have to cross the clearing. The calico trembled at the thought. He had holed himself up in his den for a few days now, only leaving to relieve himself or when he was forced out for food. It wasn't that he was afraid to leave the den, it was more that he was afraid something might happen while he was away. His mottled pelt prickled at the thought.
I need to stretch my legs, he justified, quickly smoothing down the fur on his chest with a swipe of his tongue. He stood, pressing towards the den entrance and squeezing past the brambles. He made himself smaller as soon as he reached the clan clearing, his steps cautious and his tail partially tucked. As he made a beeline for the thorns guarding the camp entrance, he probably looked like he was up to no good or that he had done something he should be worried about. But, no, that was just his everyday posture when he was in public.
Swallowflight slipped past the thorns without many tugging at his pelt, the discomfort slight enough that he was able to ignore it. His posture loosened as he padded further into the pine forest. His tail untucked, yet he kept his position low and small. Well, he was out and about. Now what? Keep busy? Herbs it is, then. Ah, he was never going to find a cure for his boredom.