sleeping tiger . cloaks

[Onyxdreams]

~ ☼ It wasn't normal, the amount of her groupmates traveling over to that den, one of the ones she had never entered before. A place that smelled of plants, few that she knew, many others that were entirely unknown to her, a place where the sick and injured seemed to flock to. She didn't know the purpose of this place, why it drew the unwell to it, had never thought to ask what it was exactly, but now she wished that she had, that she knew what was going on. Those that were being drawn there did not seem sick, or injured like she expected them to be, they seemed just fine, yet they still went there, into that strange den...and then they left, with...blankets? Tilting her head in confusion, she moved closer and closer, to inspect this mystery further, forked tongue flickering out in curiosity as she passed the threshold.

There was a good crowd inside, even her papa was there, all speaking with one of the largest not-cat's that she had seen yet. She watched from a distance, as the striped creature handed out those strange blankets, except...they weren't exactly blankets either, they were something different. "Cl...k-low-k?" Onyx sounded out to herself, eyes darting back and forth from pile to pile of these strange things. Growing a bit braver, the hybrid took a few steps closer to one of the piles, form low to the ground as she approached. A paw was extended, to prod at the pile, and, when one of the cloaks slid off the carefully stacked pile at her prodding, she jumped back from the furred thing, giving a short, quiet hiss at it, eyes roaming over it's form, as if expecting it to start moving on its own at any moment