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It had been on her mind since when Firpaw caught that fish, the buzzing bustle of bees and the feint scent of honey that was stored inside of the hive. The honey would undoubtedly be useful for the medicine cats, and it would make a sweet treat for a the kits, as well as the elders. Cherrypaw had always been a crowd pleaser, looking for the best ways to get people to like her, and it seemed that the honey would be the best way currently for her. Of course, the thought of getting honey out of a beehive was easier than actually going through with the action.
The day had started easy, her waking up and stretching. This lead the pretty apprentice to the freshkill pile where she dined on a small mouse and groomed herself. After all, starting off the day with a clean pelt and a full belly was important to anyone, but even more so to someone who was about to infiltrate a beehive. The thought of the beehive made her tail curl up slightly and her heart beat a little faster. Today was the day, and yet she found herself growing nervous at the thought of acting upon her thoughts about the honey. Looking around with blue orbs, the apprentice would decide to gather more moss for the elder's first. After all, they wouldn't enjoy the honey she would be getting if they were uncomfortable in their nests. Besides, apprentice duties always came first.
Setting off into the forest, Cherrypaw would swallow as she looked around with careful blue eyes. She needed to get some dry moss, which wouldn't be under trees because the snow would dampen the moss. Instead, she'd have to venture up trees, which wasn't a problem for the light brown tabby. Besides, she would need to get some last minute practice in if she were going to climb the tree and get the honey. Resuming her walk, the molly would find a rather large and old tree and begin to climb the trunk. Her claws gripped the bark and she quickly made her way up the tree. Her muscles were becoming used to the grind of going up and down trees, so the apprentice made pretty good time going up to a good, high level. Looking around, Cherrypaw would notice some moss grouped together within the base of the tree. Placing her paw in the groove, the apprentice would scrape out the moss with her claws. Whilst she was rolling the moss, the molly didn't notice an owl who had peeked around the trunk, and it quickly hooted at her. Jumping from the sound, Cherrypaw was startled and dropped the moss.
"Foxdung!" She'd spit out as she watched it fall down and land onto a branch lower in the tree. "Oh thank Starclan." Cherrypaw would murmur softly to no one as she watched it land on the branch and not in the snow. Glaring back at the owl, the light brown tabby would swipe at the owl with sheathed paws in an attempt to box it a bit. When her hit miss and the owl went flying to a different tree, Cherry would slowly descend to her moss. So that was it, now she just had to get it back to camp and roll it out for the elder's. Then she was free to get her honey. Great.
Everything seemed to get done to quickly, and all her duties were done for the day, so she wasn't sure what else she could do. It wasn't like she was postponing getting the honey, after all it was midday, she had plenty of time, which was great. Oh it was wonderful. Swallowing, the blue eyed apprentice stared up at the pale beehive which hung off of a dying branch. So this hive was coming down one way or another, either by her or age of the tree. Breathing out, Cherrypaw would gather her courage and move up the tree, slowly. She'd blame it on her sore muscles, if anyone asked, but honestly she was hoping if she took her time it would fall from age. Of course not though. By the time she got up there, it was still hanging and there was a gentle buzzing emanating from the hive. All the bees were inside due to winter, and so she was in the clear for now. Gathering herself onto the branch it was on, the apprentice would shove her weight down on the branch and it would crack. Doing it once more, the molly would hand onto the branch her bottom paws were on as the beehive branch fell. Watching it was a satisfied gaze, the Thunderclanner would smile to herself as the hive lay cracked open and bees scattered everywhere. Quickly the molly would make her way down to the ground.
What Cherrypaw forgot about in her glory was the bees that formerly inhabited the hive. They were rather worked up from the fall and angry about the death of their queen. When Cherry landed on the ground she was quickly stung by a bee on the bridge of her nose, and then once more on her hing left leg. Letting out a shrill squeak in response to the bees attack, the apprentice would run into a bush. Still, the bees followed her and stung her more. The molly would bury her body with snow, but by the time the bees let up, she had been stung three more times, five times in total, around her body. Plus, now she was chilly from the cold snow. At least she got the honey though.
//tl;dr she got stung by bees five times and is now hiding in a bush, she covered her body with snow.
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