...!...grooming...!...

[~Snowstar~]

Tweedcoat felt stiff and achey. It was just one of those days which every elder could appretiate; no matter how young they felt. She was also tired because she had not been able to sleep the previous night. There was also, as usual, the cloud of lonliness and misery which, unfortuniately, haunted her at all times.
Now, it was just her brilliant luck that on one of the rare days which she felt so terrible, something big was meant to happen. Well, not that big, but something was bound to happen at the Gathering that night.

[~Snowstar~]

She stretched herself out on her bed and pondered what to do with herself. She had to fill in time before the Gathering began and she couldn't just sit there. she already felt useless.
In a flash seh decided that her patterned fur needed a groom, so she curled over and began the delicate task of licking and washing.

[~Snowstar~]

Tweedcoat let out an appreciative purr as the voice of Whisperstar floated to her ears. "At last," she murmered and, slowly, she rose to her feet. "Bring on the Gathering!" she yowled (not too loudly) as she hobbled out of the den.