[Apollo.]

- Sootkit -
StC - He/him - 24 moons dead
8/50

Was he procrastinating? Most certainly. This was not a plan he could simply make instantaneously, it would require careful consideration with near flawless execution to accompany it. No. It had to be flawless. Of course, this type of thing puts a lot of stress on a cat, and although he works well under pressure, he works best with a clear head. He needed to go out collecting anyways. Textbook procrastination.

Picking his way through the tall grass, the little tomkit scoured the ground. He’d have to settle for staying close to home this time, no use for Riverclan in getting lost wandering for moons, especially not when there was such a heavy time limit on your actions. Collecting wasn’t as fun as it used to be, it used to be almost like magic, finding new things about his surroundings, and showing Vinewatcher what he had discovered. Dead beetles, moths, feathers. Simple things brought so much excitement to him. That was back when breathing was an option. Sootkit huffed with irritation, such a puny kit he was. The runt. A mere cold ended his hopes at life. Honestly, even though Fishflake was a disappointment, he made it all the way to warrior hood, something Sootkit would never achieve. What would his warrior name have been anyways? A small smile escaped from his maw. Such a kit way to think. Question a future you will never have. How dumb.

..Sootspider would be kinda cool though.

[+ One banded pebble]