βββββ juniperclan β’ warrior β’ tom β’ 15 moons β’tags: tawnypaw β’ mentions: xx β’ location: juniperclan camp βββββ
owlear's whiskers twitched. he lifted his head up drowsily, listening to the creek that rolled around their camp. he had always appreciated waking up to that creek. standing, he arched his back and stretched. the light that speckled in from the warrior's den entrance was a soft and grayish pink. it was early, but not too early. he had slept in a little later than usual. normally he loved to go on dawn patrolβfew cats agreed with him on that. but last night he had felt especially weary from the days hunt, and so he had probably missed the dawn patrol today. he inhaled, smelling the fresh air as he stepped out of the den. it was a pretty day, but the air hung heavy and moist, like rain was just over the hills. he blinked, waking himself up, and looked around the clearing. an orange and brown pelted cat was standing on the other side of camp, staring into the woods. he sniffed the air, realizing the cat was probably watching the area where the dawn patrol had just departed from. he padded over to the she-cat, recognizing her as the apprentice tawnypaw.
"morning," owlear nodded to her. "guessing you missed dawn patrol today, too?" although he didn't know her well, he had been on a few dawn patrols with the apprentice. he sat down besides her, curling his thin black tail around his paws. from what he had seen of tawnypaw, she was ambitious, and looked like she would make a good warrior. that drive, the feeling of determination that had forced him to push himself to his limitsβhe knew what it felt like. and it seemed like this cat had it. of course, it didn't work out for me. he licked his foot absentmindedly. i still turned out weak. it was okay, though. he could hunt well, like his mother. today, he would join the hunting patrol and bring back something good. their prey was always frazzled and careless the day before a storm; if it really was going to rain, then he would be sure to bring in a good kill.
his ears shifted back and forth, taking in the sounds of the morning. he heard the song of a small songbird, and further away a splash, something falling into the water; perhaps a dead branch or loosened stone. trying not to seem rude, owlear turned his attention back towards tawnypaw. it was easy for him to become preoccupied by the sounds of the forest during conversation. it wasn't that he didn't care for speaking with other cats, rather that his acute sense of hearing was just a big distraction, most of the time.
"morning," owlear nodded to her. "guessing you missed dawn patrol today, too?" although he didn't know her well, he had been on a few dawn patrols with the apprentice. he sat down besides her, curling his thin black tail around his paws. from what he had seen of tawnypaw, she was ambitious, and looked like she would make a good warrior. that drive, the feeling of determination that had forced him to push himself to his limitsβhe knew what it felt like. and it seemed like this cat had it. of course, it didn't work out for me. he licked his foot absentmindedly. i still turned out weak. it was okay, though. he could hunt well, like his mother. today, he would join the hunting patrol and bring back something good. their prey was always frazzled and careless the day before a storm; if it really was going to rain, then he would be sure to bring in a good kill.
his ears shifted back and forth, taking in the sounds of the morning. he heard the song of a small songbird, and further away a splash, something falling into the water; perhaps a dead branch or loosened stone. trying not to seem rude, owlear turned his attention back towards tawnypaw. it was easy for him to become preoccupied by the sounds of the forest during conversation. it wasn't that he didn't care for speaking with other cats, rather that his acute sense of hearing was just a big distraction, most of the time.
