by FireCalls » Tue Feb 25, 2014 9:01 am
((Thanks; I'll jump right on in!))
Foxfur:
Lying in a patch of Greenleaf sunshine, my pelt glows warmly, and my eyes squint in calm bliss. I watch Spottedkit trundle through the clearing, squealing in delight behind the leaders paws. It's good to see a kit play in the warmth of such a bountiful season. A time when prey is plentiful and battles are few. I let out a languid sigh and roll onto my back, stretching my paws into the air as if clawing at an invisible enemy. It's true, I've grown restless in the last few moons; things have been uneventful. But I cant complain about the lack of dispute, especially with the ominous shadow of Leafbare always looming over the future. turning back over onto my paws, I stand swiftly and stride across the clearing to Thunderstar. "I think i'll go patrol the borders one last time." I say matter-of-factly, "I know we've had no trouble, but it's almost been too quiet." With a respectful nod, I turn and pad out the camp entrance, into the lush forest.
Hawktail:
Crouched passively in the shadowy edge of the clearing, I watch Spottedkit tremble frightfully at the sight of a particularly brave mouse. Is this the future of Stormclan? if so I fear for our future, indeed. We need more kits. More warriors; and braver ones too, ones with more loyalty that I've seen in all my years. I would give anything to grant our clan more apprentices, and with more receptive minds. I kneed the ground impatiently, glancing at the sky and preying for a bit of bad weather to blow this stifling heat away. With a sigh, I turn my head away from Thunderstar and the harried kit and look back at the bones of my freshkill. It was a good, large sparrow, but lacking in a good struggle for my teeth. I need to tear tendons and snap bones larger than a birds. Standing, I decide to hunt. I slip out of camp unnoticed and prowl into the undergrowth.
((sorry theyre long, I sort of got lost in my writing!)