Post by 'a v i <3 on Jan 16, 2012 20:21:59 GMT -5
Early leaf-fall was just now upon the clans, and the dawn air was certainly a little cooler than green-leaf mornings had been. The sun rose brightly in the sky, causing the sky's colors to shift from dark blue to a purple, then pink color and finally back to light blue of the day.
A brown tabby she-cat delicately picked her way out of the warrior's den in the ThunderClan Camp. Once exited, she shaked her pelt gently, ridding it of moss debris. Once her pelt was clean, she stretched slowly. Each muscle stretches gingerly, the pretty she-cat sat down to wash her pelt.
Her tongue licking it in smooth rhythmical strokes, she blinked her green eyes gently as she grew accustomed to the early dawn light. Turning her head, she glanced around the camp and she could just see movement in the dens, where the other cats of her clan were rousing.
Once satisfied with her clean pelt, she stood and trotted over to the fresh-kill pile and nosed out a vole. Taking the plump creature in her mouth, she padded back to a nettle bush where the warriors ate, and settled to enjoy her prey. It wasn't as good as a fresh vole, but it would do for breakfast.
I wonder if someone will want to go hunting? she thought to herself. The pretty she-cat would rather hunt than go on border patrols, which was no secret in the clan, but it also wasn't a secret that she was a skillful hunter.
A brown tabby she-cat delicately picked her way out of the warrior's den in the ThunderClan Camp. Once exited, she shaked her pelt gently, ridding it of moss debris. Once her pelt was clean, she stretched slowly. Each muscle stretches gingerly, the pretty she-cat sat down to wash her pelt.
Her tongue licking it in smooth rhythmical strokes, she blinked her green eyes gently as she grew accustomed to the early dawn light. Turning her head, she glanced around the camp and she could just see movement in the dens, where the other cats of her clan were rousing.
Once satisfied with her clean pelt, she stood and trotted over to the fresh-kill pile and nosed out a vole. Taking the plump creature in her mouth, she padded back to a nettle bush where the warriors ate, and settled to enjoy her prey. It wasn't as good as a fresh vole, but it would do for breakfast.
I wonder if someone will want to go hunting? she thought to herself. The pretty she-cat would rather hunt than go on border patrols, which was no secret in the clan, but it also wasn't a secret that she was a skillful hunter.
255
