(Woohoo! Sorry about the delay, my charger recently broke, so I won't be online too often)Blue Sky Under Sparrow's Wing
Sparrow woke with an irritated sigh. He did that most days, truth be told, and he had no intention of doing anything differently in the future. He wasn't an old cat, not by a long shot, but some days he really felt like the most aching of elders in this little rag-tag group of cats.
"No rest for the wicked..." the tom huffed, before pushing himself to his paws and wandering out of his make-shift den, and towards the small pile of fresh killed food. Sparrow let out a groan of despair when he noticed it's bleak contents- only two scraggy mice and a tit chick- and plonked himself back down onto the ground with an over dramatic action. "What are those good-for-nothing hunter's doing in their spare time, anyway?" he bemused. He was just about ready to pick a measly mouse and be done with it, when he noticed Spirit racing into the camp and depositing a large bird's egg into the pile.
Training kicking into the gear when he noticed she was gasping for breath, he leaped to his paws and walked up to the she cat. "What happened? ...And, why, may I ask, were you running like you had a pack of mutts on your tail, carrying an egg? Although, I'll conceed, it's a very large egg, Spirit." he nodded in congrats to the hunter.
