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 Posted: Fri Dec 07, 2007 9:26 pm
 Shake shake shake.
Shake shake shake! The forest air was still, but something was rustling an unfortunate blackberry bush. Well, not hard enough to do it any harm, but really - who likes to be shaken? Not that the bush was capable of caring, or that the thought that if it did, it might not like being shaken, occurred to the Sentinel using her Will to do the shaking. Gathering was serious business, and blackberries were delicious! "Hurry up, Mus!" Stormcloud sat on a low-hanging branch, letting her Companions brave the danger of being on the ground. One Mus, the darker of the two, scurried to obey. The Sentinel's efforts had resulted in a rain of ripe berries, and now they needed to be gathered up and deposited in the nearby basket. The second Mus, a white one, was notably slower than his counterpart. He toddled along the ground, inspecting this berry and that and eating all the best ones. Between his greedy munchings, he hummed tonelessly to himself. "Cut it out, Whitey!" Stormcloud chided from her perch, "You're fat enough already! The berries go in the basket, not in your tummy! Blackie, would you bite him please?""Yes, Ma'am!" Always eager-to-please, Blackie scuttled over and bit Whitey on the tail. Hard.
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Posted: Fri Dec 07, 2007 9:38 pm
His small wings carried his as gracefully as he could. Following gatherers was no easy task. They gave and went so quickly, it was hard to keep track of them! Oh so hard, yes yes. Very hard indeed. Well, the apothecary had been following a Deep Woods gatherer this fine day, he seemed to have lost him. "Oh bother..." Sirius tilted his wings downward a little closer to the Floor. Carefully he bent his wings and tucked his up against himself, landing on a thick tree branch. The Sentinel's mind wandered back to the fledgling back home, waiting for Sirius to return. And hopefully with food this time. Times had been hard. Being a single parent, and not being able to fly well was a challenging task. The fledgling was still hungry a lot, but not near as much as when he was hatcling. But, at Sirius was able to keep his figure (XD!!) due to giving Timber, his adoptive son, his share of berries and other foodstuffs he managed to get.
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Posted: Fri Dec 07, 2007 9:49 pm
"Noooooo! No no no!" Whitey squealed, turning to thwack the black Mus over the head with a curled-up paw. "Bad Blackie! Bad bad bad Blackie. Whitey hate! Hate hate hate."
"Shut up," Blackie snapped, rushing back to his initial task of gathering - and out of reach.
Continuing to moan woefully about his fate, denied food and then bitten, Whitey nonetheless took the hint and went about collecting berries to put in the basket. He still worked slowly (no doubt due, in part, to his considerable pudge), but at least the berries were going in the basket instead of being gobbled up.
Stormcloud kept a watchful eye on her selfish Companion, ready to give him what-for again if he started scarfing down more of the juicy little treasures. Really, he was more trouble than he was worth sometimes! Focused on keeping her helpers in line and on task, she had no idea that they were about to have company.
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Posted: Sat Dec 08, 2007 11:26 am
"Hm...?" Sirius looked towards the little squealing sounds. It was the familiar tone of a Mus. What would a Mus be doing out here alone...No! It must be with a gatherer!
And without thinking too much, the Mist spread his wings and flew, down and down the branches passing him until he spotted a black set of feathers. 'Perhaps a Shadow...they do blend well with the Floor...' He thought to himself as he roosted on a nearby limb of a pine. This was an interesting scene...a gatherer and two Mus. From his experience most gatherers only has one Mus most of the time. 'Maybe she's been a gatherer for a while...then she might know where to find it...'
Fluffing is feathers a bit, in a friendly manner he called over, "Hello there~ You're a gatherer are you?"
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Posted: Sat Dec 08, 2007 12:38 pm
Stormcloud sometimes wished she only had one Mus, but she'd promised her brother when he gave them to her that she wouldn't eat them. It was unfortunate, really - Whitey would be quite the substantial snack. And it wasn't like he got much work done, either. Mostly he was just annoying, and sometimes she wondered if Thunderclap had known that when he gave him to her. That would be cruel.
A voice pulled her attention away from her troublesome Companion. "Oh, hello!" she called back cheerfully. "I'm a Gatherer, yes - may I help you?"
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