Chervilnose
SkyClan Medic | High-White Bicolor
SkyClan Medic | High-White Bicolor
It is not Chervilnose's duty to hunt.
He tracks a nightingale with his eyes as it flutters around the cornflower plant he was planning to harvest, watching as it snatches a late-season butterfly in it's beak. He need not hunt, it is no more his place than it is the place of an apprentice to heal wounds. Instinct cries differently. It is unaware of him, head thrown back as it swallows the butterflies' long wings. If it knew what was good for it, it would be more aware of it's surroundings.
If it knew what was good for it, it would have left for warmer weather a moon ago.
Chervilnose keeps his body low as he creeps closer, the insistence of just to look ringing in his ears. It is truly a plain bird, and yet it is one well known. An unforgettable song, Chervilnose knows. It is among the first birds to return at the end of Leaf-bare, and it is typically one of the first to leave with the browning of the leaves.
Without warning, the nightingale flaps it's wings, flying upward and into the canopy. Chervilnose is left frozen, uncertain if it had detected him and startled, or if he took too long and the bird simply moved on. Slowly, his body untenses and, wary, he scents his surroundings. Quiet, and a touch disapointed, Chervilnose begins gathering the cornflower in his mouth by the stems, clipping them with his sharp teeth.