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Post by adderstar on Apr 28, 2011 14:56:55 GMT -5
For moons, he had felt like an apprentice forced into the den for the first time. The feeling had returned time and time again, but last night was the first time he had slept soundly in the Leader's Den. It was to be expected due to the way he entered. For many moons, he had reflected on who was the murder. It had to be one of his own, as much as it pained him to admit it. Still, no suspects. Feeling himself as a failure, Adderstar took his daily walk to the river.
There he stared at the sky through the reflection of the slow-moving river. It was cloudy though none of the clouds threatened a storm. Birds darted overhead. It was rather cliche, but he enjoyed it for a few moments before actually craning his neck to see the sky for himself. He was well, Adderstar was sure, running with StarClan. Swishing his tail back and forth, the tom took a drink from the river. Then he paws shifted uncomfortably as he worried about the borders. ShadowClan seemed to edge really close as of late, but he dismissed that as a thought of suspisions, as it was until Ivythorn alerted him of such a thing.
He missed organizing the patrols, but it was a relief to not worry about getting drowsy warriors to get going. He laughed to himself as he remembered the disgruntled apprentices forced to tag-a-long. Listening to the silence that followed his thoughts, he looked at a rabbit never the calm river, unaware that the leader was there. Adderstar looked at the creature for a moment, his tail twitching for a chase, but it was too early, even for him to move at the speed required to chase the dodgy meal. Even if he needed to hunt, a heavy wind blew his scent toward the rabbit who darted into a nearby hole.
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Post by * foxthorn , on May 1, 2011 12:25:26 GMT -5
((OOC: Hey! I just wanted to tell you that it's leaf-fall, lol. it kinda sounds like spring in your post! (: )
Leaf-fall created a generally dreary air around the Clans, but Foxthorn definitely was not bothered by it. In fact, the old ginger and white warrior was working even harder because of it! Today he had gotten up earlier than any other cat solely to hunt, and though it was rather late in leaf-bare the sun seemed to have made a final debut and sunshine rang through the moor. It glinted off of every blade of grass, and every hair on Foxthorn's pelt. Trees were scarce in the moor, and so Foxthorn was able to be comfortable and feel the sun shining down on his back as he trotted through the territory at a gentle pace. Already he had caught a couple birds, a lone squirrel, two mice, and a rabbit, but those rabbits were very hard to catch.
As he wandered near the river the old warrior started to hear its faint noise and suddenly, as if the noise filled him with life, he sprang forward with a movement far too young for his old bones.
WIP.
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