Perk Up, Buttercup
[open for 1-2 cats]
It had been days since Beanpaw had been "reassigned mentors". In those days, the seal-point siamese had kept his blue eyes on the camp entrance, just waiting for a fluffy figure that never came. He barely slept; he never knew when Grizz would return, and wanted to be there when he did. On this particular evening, he sat by the apprentice’s den. Far enough to dissuade curious visitors, hopefully. But definitely within eyeshot of the entrance.
His pelt was a mess, but he didn’t have time for that. Nervous energy twitched in his paws. Tonight was the night, he could feel it. Never mind that he’d thought that yesterday, no. This was it. Another night, he could feel his eyelids dropping. But Beanpaw had to be vigilant.
He needed Grizz.
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