[ti]Open[/ti]i just can't reach... [o]

[foggy]

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A good grooming was the best way to start feeling fresh again, and that was exactly what Dusk needed, after a particularly dirty patrol. She'd gone out with some prey-hunters and a couple other home-guards, all normal business, when Dusk had slipped on what seemed like nothing and fell straight onto her face in the dirt. Embarrassing but nothing she couldn't handle, it happens to everyone sometime. So the creamy cat had gotten up and shook herself off before continuing with the patrol, promising that the same would happen to anyone who laughed but it wouldn't be an accident. She was jesting, of course... Other than a few snickers, everyone had mostly not talked about it, at least she hadn't heard anything, but Dusk knew that a bit of harmless mocking wasn't going to hurt her. She'd do the same, after all.

The patrol had just returned back and the prey-hunters were dropping off their prey, it had been a successful hunting party, despite Dusk's mishap. She had some spare time between now and her next patrol, and grooming all that dirt of her was her first task. Most of it had been shaken off but with her fur being so light, it was easy to see that that home-guard had face-planted the ground recently. Still, dusk was able to clean up most of it, running her rough tongue over her fur was doing the trick, until she tried to reach one part of her back. Of course, she couldn't reach it, even twisting her body the other way didn't give her the extra length so now she looked like an idiot with her tongue out. She wasn't going to be able to get it without help, she just hoped it was someone who wouldn't hold it against her.

// feel free to say you were part of the hunting party and saw it happen.

[gingersnapsdacat]

Mountain was among the cats on that party who had seen Dusk fumble and trip over herself. The black and white she cat had only allowed a few soft chuckles to emit from her maw, and only when she knew that Dawn was okay.
"It's okay," she purred to the light-colored she-cat, as they walked back to the camp, "I fall over all the time." 
Now that they were back, Mountain was unsurprised to see that Dawn was grooming herself, undoubtably desiring to be free of the annoying dirt specks that still clung to her silver-point pelt. The well-muscled home-guard seemed to have things under control, Mountain observed, except for that one patch on her back. No matter how limber Dawn was, no cat had the ability to completely turn their head around like some sort of owl. 
Taking pity, Mountain deftly padded over, tail bent in greeting. 
"Do you want some help?" the meek prey-hunter asked, offering to assist her tribemate in getting clean.