by Prairiesky » Tue Jul 10, 2012 2:56 am
Kitewing left camp, bored out of her fur. She made her way to the edge of the territory to where she could see the stream. She felt a tug of longing for that cool, refreshing water. But it was just out of her reach. The little she-cat looked around, and scented to make sure no cats were coming, then crossed the border at a full run to the stream. She looked down at it with kitlike wonder, her golden eyes shining delightedly. Kitewing bent her head and took a drink out of the running water, and then after another anxious look around she jumped into the stream, giggling. She instinctively knew how to swim, and really wasn't bad at it, so she managed to keep her little patched head above the water. The coolness surrounded her and made her purr.
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Swanpaw made her way back to camp, carrying her many pieces of prey. She dropped them into the fresh-kill pile, then flopped outside the apprentice's den with a little huff. She wondered why she couldn't just be a warrior now. She was the oldest apprentice there, and she knew her siblings in MountainClan had gotten their names already. A low growl rumbled from her at the thoght
"The starkblast comes suddenly, you ken. One moment you're warm as toast--because the weather always warms up before-- and then it falls on you, like wolves on a ruttle of lambs. The only warning is the sound the trees make as the cold of the starkblast rolls over them. A kind of thudding sound, like grenados covered with dirt. The sound living wood makes when it contracts all at once, I suppose"
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