a slow process // grooming

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    It was embarrassing but her fur was nothing short of a mess. Ever since she had been mangled by that mysterious creature that had permanently scarred her once beautiful face she had just been trying to heal instead of making sure she was a pleasant sight. And it was shameful how she looked right now. Her thick russet fur stuck up in clumps, dried blood speckled her coat here and there from her having missed them, and she was sure there was a twig or sorts wrangled up within as well.


    Curled up just outside the cottage that made for a medicine cat den she quickly got to work, untangling what knots resided within with her claws and chewing out the hard dried clumps of blood that splattered her stocky frame. She was sure that when she was done she would feel quite satisfied with her clean fur but for now she could only feel nothing but grimy and unhappy with her gross, oily pelt.

    It had been nice within SkyClan recently, days were growing warmer, prey was becoming even more plentiful, honestly Lavenderskies loved it. She found herself spending more time within camp rather then just roaming around the territory aimlessly so when she spotted Shark nearby the medicine cats den she made sure to approach and greet her. She was taking a liking to the feline who was now a rather familiar face, to her, around camp. She was glad that the feline seemed to be recovering well though. "Hey Shark." She meows a greeting before sitting down next to the tawny furred feline. "Looks like your fur is being nested in by rats." She obviously teases with a purr.

       

    The voice of Lavender called the chausie to attention, alerting her to the deputy's presence. Offering her usual tiny smile towards the gray and white molly she snorted. Her fur was a mess, truly, but with it being as short as it was there was most likely no way for it to get any worse. Especially not now that she would begin cleaning it daily like she once had. She would be ecstatic to fall back into her usual ritualistic grooming. "Hm, just a bit, but nothing I can't fix," she agreed with a lift of an imaginary eyebrow in Lavender's direction.

    »»» If anyone’s fur looked like it was in a constant state of disarray, it would have been Leafkit. Unlike everyone in her Clan, she and her brother had curly fur. It stuck out in all directions and made her look damp and unkempt even when she did her best to groom herself. She spent most of her free time trying to get it to lie flat but to no avail, and everything got stuck in it from leaves to twigs and pebbles too sometimes. She padded over, trailing behind her mother as she watched Shark, who was just as disheveled, attempt to tame her own wild pelt, that was messy for other reasons. “At least your fur is fixable,” Leafkit mused with a sweet, playful smile. “Mine constantly looks like it’s a mess, even after grooming it.”




    "You got stuck with the fluffy genes, unfortunately," Juniperpaw commented, aiming to slightly cuff Leafkit's ear with his paw. His younger sister was a cat he was warming up to quite a bit; she was pleasant and polite, though not annoyingly so, and he could always appreciate the sense of humour she had. Luckily, Juniperpaw had been blessed with sleek fur- cinnamon fur that fitted him well, that was only disturbed by the long scar running up his spine. It did not take him long at all to groom in the morning, not that he particularly cared to. His green eyes flickered over to Shark, looking her up and down for a long moment, before finally parting his lips to speak. "So where'd you get a name like Shark, anyway?" he asked, tilting his head slightly.