Bros before, uh, toes? (c)

Sitting fairly close to the outside of the medicine cat den, Curlyfluff began to groom his mangled fur as the morning rays hit him. Having been sick for so long and then not caring much about his overall repose, the curly-coated tom hadn't kept very good care of his pelt. With his best friend's death in addition to his leader's and earlier his mate's... what he looked like just hadn't matter at all. But, he supposed now with the weather warming up he'd best getting looking a little more put together... not to mention he'd received some comments from the queens that he'd scared some of the kits with his current disgruntled appearance, which had never been his intent.