Post by Deleted on Dec 30, 2013 15:34:59 GMT -5
Swiftstrike stoneclan|warrior|tom
It was a surprisingly pleasant day. The sky was painted a milky blue and streaked with golden clouds, it still being rather early in the morning. As per usual, the silky-furred dark grey tom had risen with the sun, watching the dawn from one of his favourite spots in camp.
Swiftstrike wasn’t sure whether it was just in his head, but the sunrises did seem to be brighter now that he and the rest of StoneClan had last returned home. The dark grey warrior was just as pleased as the next cat that they were finally back in the valley, but he did worry a little of how MountainClan were faring back in the mountains. Leaf-bare was now in full swing; StoneClan were lucky they didn’t have to spend the coldest moons in the mountains.
I’m sure MountainClan are fine, they’re used to it, he tried to brush his worries aside, but it was only in his nature, he was a considerate cat, he didn’t like the thought of others suffering, no matter their alliance.
Jaws widening, Swiftstrike parted with a yawn before slipping into a yawn, shaking the dull aches from his stiff limbs. Letting his pale amber gaze drift to the sky above, the warrior inhaled a deep breath, drinking in the fresh scents of dawn. Swiftstrike wasn’t sure why, but he felt a glowing happiness bubbling up inside of him and a little voice in his seemed to be telling him today would be a good day.
He tried to shrug it off, but that didn’t stop him smiling warmly to himself, a rumbling purr rising up inside him.
Giving another yawn, the dark grey tom decided to make use of his time, sitting upon his haunches and beginning to rasp his tongue in a rhythmic motion over his silky chest fur. Once he was sure his chest was done, he moved onto washing his paws, focusing intently on the task in hand, ignoring the comings and goings of the world around him.
After washing his paws thoroughly, he paused in his grooming ritual to simply admire his surroundings. Just behind him lay The Warriors’ Den, a welcomed sight upon StoneClan’s arrival to their old camp after having to spend several moons of the whole clan sleeping together in The Oasis.
The dawn patrol had left a little earlier, but there were a few cats mulling about in camp, sharing tongues and catching up on all the latest gossip. Swiftstrike gave a contented purr; it was nice to have StoneClan return to normal once more.
After finishing grooming himself, the silky-furred tom sat up, quietly contemplating the many thoughts that were swimming around his head, the one of the highest priority at the moment being what to do with himself at the moment. He could try and catch up with the dawn patrol and tag along, but he wasn’t really in the mood for any possible run-ins with rival clans patrolling their borders. Usually, Swiftstrike was quite the peacemaker, respectful and friendly to the other clans, but after the combined forces of LightningClan and RainClan had driven him and his clan to the mountains, it would take a little bit of time before he trusted the other clans once more.
The dark grey tom shot a glance at the camp entrance, thoughts dancing behind his absent amber gaze. I could go hunting, he thought distantly, eyes clouding a little, Perhaps I should find someone to come with me?
Eventually agreeing upon his last idea, Swiftstrike climbed to his paws and began to make his way across to the Warriors’ Den. Hopefully somebody's up for an early morning hunt?
Tag ~ Fate Admin
Words ~ 641 (ish)
Notes ~ Apologies, I wasn’t really sure how to start this. :3
Swiftstrike wasn’t sure whether it was just in his head, but the sunrises did seem to be brighter now that he and the rest of StoneClan had last returned home. The dark grey warrior was just as pleased as the next cat that they were finally back in the valley, but he did worry a little of how MountainClan were faring back in the mountains. Leaf-bare was now in full swing; StoneClan were lucky they didn’t have to spend the coldest moons in the mountains.
I’m sure MountainClan are fine, they’re used to it, he tried to brush his worries aside, but it was only in his nature, he was a considerate cat, he didn’t like the thought of others suffering, no matter their alliance.
Jaws widening, Swiftstrike parted with a yawn before slipping into a yawn, shaking the dull aches from his stiff limbs. Letting his pale amber gaze drift to the sky above, the warrior inhaled a deep breath, drinking in the fresh scents of dawn. Swiftstrike wasn’t sure why, but he felt a glowing happiness bubbling up inside of him and a little voice in his seemed to be telling him today would be a good day.
He tried to shrug it off, but that didn’t stop him smiling warmly to himself, a rumbling purr rising up inside him.
Giving another yawn, the dark grey tom decided to make use of his time, sitting upon his haunches and beginning to rasp his tongue in a rhythmic motion over his silky chest fur. Once he was sure his chest was done, he moved onto washing his paws, focusing intently on the task in hand, ignoring the comings and goings of the world around him.
After washing his paws thoroughly, he paused in his grooming ritual to simply admire his surroundings. Just behind him lay The Warriors’ Den, a welcomed sight upon StoneClan’s arrival to their old camp after having to spend several moons of the whole clan sleeping together in The Oasis.
The dawn patrol had left a little earlier, but there were a few cats mulling about in camp, sharing tongues and catching up on all the latest gossip. Swiftstrike gave a contented purr; it was nice to have StoneClan return to normal once more.
After finishing grooming himself, the silky-furred tom sat up, quietly contemplating the many thoughts that were swimming around his head, the one of the highest priority at the moment being what to do with himself at the moment. He could try and catch up with the dawn patrol and tag along, but he wasn’t really in the mood for any possible run-ins with rival clans patrolling their borders. Usually, Swiftstrike was quite the peacemaker, respectful and friendly to the other clans, but after the combined forces of LightningClan and RainClan had driven him and his clan to the mountains, it would take a little bit of time before he trusted the other clans once more.
The dark grey tom shot a glance at the camp entrance, thoughts dancing behind his absent amber gaze. I could go hunting, he thought distantly, eyes clouding a little, Perhaps I should find someone to come with me?
Eventually agreeing upon his last idea, Swiftstrike climbed to his paws and began to make his way across to the Warriors’ Den. Hopefully somebody's up for an early morning hunt?
Tag ~ Fate Admin
Words ~ 641 (ish)
Notes ~ Apologies, I wasn’t really sure how to start this. :3