MY PATIENCE IS WANING-
[i]IS THIS ENTERTAINING??

The tigress groaned as she opened the door, feeling the wetness of the floor as she walked in, as well as splinters and rubble brought in from the storm. Almost immediately her paws moved and led her to what she knew to be the medicinal shelving, where her glass jars of herbs would be. She felt over all the bottles and nodded with each one.

Then, her paw fumbled onto the shelf itself, and she growled tiredly. She haphazardly ran her paw over the floor, and immediately regretted it when a shard of glass cut into her paw pad. Deep blue blood fell in small droplets as she lifted the paw and grumbled to herself. [b]"Need more catnip, need a new- god-" She huffed, sitting down and holding her wounded paw.

This was going to be a long day.