At Dawnrise, Oision rises from his nest of soft blankets. Hisbsoft strawberry colored furnruffled and stucking out like a fluffy birds nest l. Reluctantly crawling out of the warm cocoon of blankets. Yawning he fluffs his small ears and sits up, in doing so he whacks his tail off his bedframe and yelps, clutching his aching tail between his paws.
He whines softly “Awe, not again…” he reaches over to his nightstand, and once again, wraps his tail in bandages to prevent further...
