by FireCalls » Tue Mar 04, 2014 3:39 pm
Foxfur:
Noticing the others waiting for me, I trot past them both, giving Shadepelt's flank a light flick with my tail in passing. I cast Russetclaw an amused expression, and bolt into the forest, towards the Riverclan border. I realize that it's been some time since we've seen or heard anything of the other clans, and since the next gathering isn't for several more days, we won't get to see that they're all still alive. I do worry; the Riverclan border is almost scentless, and the Shadowclan order... it's hard to tell, what with the Thunderpath and all. I give my head a shake, following the curve of our border, still well-marked on our side.
Hawktail:
I decide the freshkill pile is looking scarce, so I say goodbye to Thunderstar and pad out into the forest. The woods are alive with prey, all scuttling and chirping unaware in the foliage. I prowl around, no longer aware of that dark hunger that once so consumed me. And without the weight of that guilt and suffrage, I am a much better hunter. I catch four mice, three squirrels, a black bird, and two good sized rabbits. It's a really good haul; even in Greenleaf. As I make a second trip to collect the last of my prey, and deposit it on the freshkill pile, I grow wary of the setting sun. Something about night coming to my kits feels strange, almost like an omen.
Stonekit:
I can finally open my eyes. Mousekit has been able to see for some hours now, and she's constantly chirping about this and that color. I was getting kind of worried I'd never be able to see. But now, at last, I am well able to open and close my eyes on command. I can sort of see colors, but its still kind of blurry.
Mousekit:
Oh the wonder! It's so amazing! The glory of all these colors; even if I don't understand them yet. The red of the sky that I catch beyond mothers protective tail, the grey of Stonekit, the black of Shadekit, the cream of Tinykit... the brown of me! It's wonderful! Even if mother seems a bit tired.