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I've Been Getting Tired of All These Ghost Boys - Cottongrass - Jun 18, 2017
A thread for sad boy @Aleksei if you're still interested, Mimi! Cottongrass is just being a dork up in a tree. Lemme know if you want anything changed <3
Why had Cottongrass chosen what seemed like one of the windiest days of the year to climb a tree? He really didn't know. And maybe deep down a part of him understood perfectly why he did the things he did like stay up late hooting at owls or lying down on the ground all sprawled out for no reason. But he didn't want to think that hard. Not today, at least. Maybe tomorrow he could go and worry himself into an existential crisis or something. But definitely not today.
Because today seemed miserable and cloudy enough as was. The sky was shrouded in depressing shades of grey that blocked out the sun and really, there was definitely no need for Cottongrass to add to the soggy atmosphere. He tried to keep his thoughts light. And somewhere along the way he came up with the idea to climb a tree. It seemed like a good idea at the time. Maybe even the best idea because the entire southernmost fringes of Wild Rye Fields was made up of forest. He spent whole entire days exploring them and, well, he only ever really explored the forest floor. That left a whole entire section up above unknown and mysterious.
It just wouldn't do.
And so he found himself spending the bigger portion of the morning climbing. It was hard work, especially for a short-legged wolf like Cottongrass who also sort of weighed a lot. Pack life had been good for him. Maybe a little too good because he managed to gain ten pounds and he was really starting to feel the extra padding the more he struggled to reach the tree's lower branches. It shouldn't have been this hard! But it was and each failed attempt only encouraged him to try harder.
With a frustrated huff he wriggled his rear and scrunched up his legs under him, yellow eyes focusing on that first tempting branch because he could do it. Had to or else the air of Wild Rye Fields would go unconquered and he didn't want that burden resting on his shoulders. With one last squint of calculation, he jumped. And he almost had a heart attack when his front paws scraped against something rough and solid. That was only the beginning.
Because now there was the real hard part. Which was pulling his furry behind up onto the branch and hoping he didn't get stuck or something. What ensued was a few terrifying seconds of him blindly scrabbling until he finally gained enough traction to haul the rest of him up. The branch creaked and his legs wouldn't stop shaking under him but he refused to let himself get scared. He did it! Climbed a tree for no good reason and now he could reap the benefits. Aha!
He wobbled on the spot like a drunken fool, struggling to keep his balance while he tried to get comfortable on his newfound perch. It wasn't happening and the wind seemed to pick up with each passing second. And the smart thing would be to jump down and cut his losses before he fell on his neck or something. But Cottongrass wasn't having it as he plopped himself down on his rear, white tail wagging away in the air beneath him. It was then one very important little thought struck him.
Which was now what? He didn't think this far ahead, as was sui generis of him.