Glass bottle

Silverpaw had been hunting the whole day. She was pretty much exhausted. She stretched her aching body before letting out a small yawn. Her eyes scanned the area seeing that nobody was currently here. They must have been either out in the woods or in the dens.  

Maybe lying on the nice cool sand would make her feel better?

Silver found a nice place near one of the rocks where the water wouldn't bother her. Curling up she slowly fell asleep. As her ears stayed alert of any sounds nearby she could hear the soothing noise of the waves. For the first time in a while, Silver was able to sleep soundly without any nightmares bothering her, but suddenly she heard a strange noise.

She jolted up, now fully awake as her fur stood up slightly and her eyes tried to find where the sound came from. Soon she saw something sparkling in the sand. She took each step carefully as if afraid that that thing or creature would attack her. As soon as she was close enough to see that it wasn't alive she relaxed a bit. Her head lowered toward it as she sniffed it lightly. The smell wasn't nice, it had made Silverpaw want to stick her nose in some strong scented flowers. The thing that she sniffed was a bottle of alcohol. Yes it was empty, but the smell was still there and the sea water smell didn't help being mixed up with its smell.

This bottle was half broken. Silverpaw knew that this would be bad if it stayed here, so she left for a moment to dig a deep enough hole, away from camp, for the bottle to fit it and not to stink things up.

As soon as she was satisfied with the hole she returned to the bottle, carefully picking it up with her teeth. It took sometime, but she was able to carefully carry it into the hole, but as soon as she started to bury it, one of the sharp glass of the bottle scratched her paw. She would have to go visit Sootpaw, since the she-cat knew how clumsy Silver is.

When Silverpaw was finished with burying the bottle and satisfied with her job, she dragged her scratched and slightly bleeding paw toward the medicine den. Lucky for her Sootpaw was coming out of the den when she saw Silverpaw.

"...Again?" She asked shyly and worried. Since this wasn't the first time Silverpaw had hurt her paw and Sootpaw had to patch it up.

"Again." Silverpaw answered while sweat dropping.