Spine Unaligned

[Timberlake]

Timberlake★★★

It was early morning and the morning patrols would soon be sent out. There were many cats just waking up, and an apprentice or two bemoaning their chores for the elders. It was a routine day, really, and as with many routine days, the medicine cat of Windclan was already up and active. If Timberlake spent any time in the mornings cataloguing herbs, then he must have done it already because the tom was already well into his stretches even before the first apprentice was up.

Timberlake had taken up an open space within the camp. Not in the middle of everything, but certainly visible to anyone passing by. He started out with simple exercises, but at this point was into the more complex stuff.

Presently, the tom was curled over on himself. Hindlegs standing firmly while his torso was tucked under and through with his head resting comfortably on the ground. His forepaws outstretched, claws reaching out for the sun. When there was an audible pop, the medicine cat groaned happily before loudly purring.

Glancing upside down at the camp, Timberlake’s eyes settled on one of the many windclan warriors. It wasn’t all that uncommon for him to try and summon cats into joining him. It was good for them, and he liked to check in with each cat at least once a moon. Today was one of those days where he called out to one cat, and today that cat was-

“Coyotehaze!” Timberlake meowed cheerfully.

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There was something about the potential of New Leaf that was touching Coyotehaze differently this year. Perhaps it was the unseasonably warm days they were having, that brought buds out onto the brush and tinted the hills of the moor with whispers of green. Perhaps it was the way her heart fluttered, thinking of how easy it would be to meet with Vipereye now that the weather would be more fair. Perhaps it was the stirring in her stomach that seemed to tell her now was the time to bear kits, an instinct that went deeper than conscious thought to something almost prehistoric.

Whatever it was, Coyotehaze loved it. The she-cat seemed to have changed almost overnight to her clan mates, becoming less sullen and frustrated and instead open and even shockingly friendly. She was often up early, volunteering for dawn patrols to take advantage of the beautiful mornings, and today was no different. She had the morning off however, and was just glancing around camp looking for something that needed to be done when she heard her name called.

“Good morning, Timberlake,” Coyotehaze replied, her meow tinged with amusement as she trotted over the their medicine cat. Though the clan had pretty much gotten used to his charming eccentrics, it was still rather funny to see him twisting himself into all sorts of shapes.

“What can I do for you this morning?” she asked, wondering if he’d like help gathering herbs or wanted to go hunting.

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