Post by Deleted on Jun 29, 2014 14:56:23 GMT -5
Swiftstrike
Swiftstrike was welcomed into consciousness by the sun’s warmth, seeping through the walls of the Warriors’ Den and splashing onto his thick grey pelt. It took a moment for the dark grey tom to react though, relishing the pleasant warmth and security of his mossy nest. He wasn’t a lazy cat, but in this situation, he indulged himself in a few more quiet moments before at last letting his eyelids flicker open and catch a glimpse of the day awaiting him.
He blinked a few times, inhaling and exhaling thoughtfully, before rising in a deliciously refreshing stretch, his spine rippling as his jaws parted in a wide yawn.
Judging from amount of sunlight the den walls let in, dawn had just broken. Although the den was still scattered with dozing warriors, Swiftstrike rose to his paws and began to cross the den to the entrance, having to neatly pick his way around sleeping bodies to reach it. When he did reach the entrance, he didn’t hesitate in bursting into the sunlight of the late dawn. After the horrors of the great sickness that leaf-bare had carried, it made the little grey tom smile, now that new-leaf had at last arrived and brought with it sunshine and fair weather. He still grieved the clanmates that had been lost in the tragic time, but it was much easier to at last move on now.
Enjoying the warmth on his pelt, the dark grey tom couldn’t help but smile at camp life around him. Those that were awake were dotted around the clearing, some in groups, sharing tongues, exchanging the latest gossip or eating a meal together, others basking in the sunlight and just by the camp entrance, the last of the dawn patrol had just disappeared. How different the scene had been just a moon or so before. He tried to shake the thought away, what’s past is past. We must move on.
He hadn’t been assigned to any patrols, or at least as far as he knew, so he paused, just below the shade of an overhanging rock, to see to the mass of long, dark grey which he called his pelt. He’d forgotten to groom it the previous day and though Swiftstrike wasn’t particularly interested in his appearance, it did look rather like a bird’s nest right now. He sat on his haunches, rasping his tongue first over his paws, drawing it behind his ears in a circular motion, then working his way to his belly fur. He was perhaps half way through this task when he noticed the approaching cat.
Eagleflight greeted him with a friendly dip of the head, before meowing politely, “Morning Swiftstrike,” his mew was bright and optimistic, obviously Swiftstrike wasn’t the only one the weather had brightened up, “You just missed Wolfclaw assigning patrols. You know were supposed to be on the dawn patrol today?”
Hawk-dung! he scowled inwardly, How could I forget? I’m such a feather-brain!
He blinked apologetically, “I’m so sorry," he apologised, shaking his head, “I can go catch up with them, if you want?” his gaze drifted to the clan entrance, “I don’t know if I’ll reach them but”-
Eagleflight cut him off, “No worries, you’re assigned to a hunting patrol instead, the fresh-kill pile could do with a bit of a top-up,” he indicated with a tip of his head towards the clan’s store of prey, tucked away neatly below a rocky overhanging.
Swiftstrike nodded, “Sure,” his gaze drifted to the sky for a moment before flickering back to Eaglelfight, “Should I go with anyone or…” he broke off.
“Wolfclaw said to take Cricketleap, is that alright?”
Swiftstrike smiled, nodding, “Sure, that’s fine.”
Cricketleap. The dark grey tom had spoken to her on the odd occasion and knew she was a nice enough cat. He didn’t really mind who he went on patrol with in all honesty, he wasn’t all that talkative, more on the shy side, so he didn’t usually involve himself in conversation, particularly if the cat he was with wasn’t the most pleasant character. Perhaps today would be different?
“I’d… I’d best go find her then,” he stuttered.
Eagleflight smiled, “Okay then, I hope the hunting’s good,” he dipped his head to the younger warrior before padding away. Swiftstrike’s gaze followed him a little way until he at last took a deep breath and rose to his paws, his gaze washing across the clearing, Okay, let’s try and find Cricketleap.
Notes: None
Tag: Fate Admin
He blinked a few times, inhaling and exhaling thoughtfully, before rising in a deliciously refreshing stretch, his spine rippling as his jaws parted in a wide yawn.
Judging from amount of sunlight the den walls let in, dawn had just broken. Although the den was still scattered with dozing warriors, Swiftstrike rose to his paws and began to cross the den to the entrance, having to neatly pick his way around sleeping bodies to reach it. When he did reach the entrance, he didn’t hesitate in bursting into the sunlight of the late dawn. After the horrors of the great sickness that leaf-bare had carried, it made the little grey tom smile, now that new-leaf had at last arrived and brought with it sunshine and fair weather. He still grieved the clanmates that had been lost in the tragic time, but it was much easier to at last move on now.
Enjoying the warmth on his pelt, the dark grey tom couldn’t help but smile at camp life around him. Those that were awake were dotted around the clearing, some in groups, sharing tongues, exchanging the latest gossip or eating a meal together, others basking in the sunlight and just by the camp entrance, the last of the dawn patrol had just disappeared. How different the scene had been just a moon or so before. He tried to shake the thought away, what’s past is past. We must move on.
He hadn’t been assigned to any patrols, or at least as far as he knew, so he paused, just below the shade of an overhanging rock, to see to the mass of long, dark grey which he called his pelt. He’d forgotten to groom it the previous day and though Swiftstrike wasn’t particularly interested in his appearance, it did look rather like a bird’s nest right now. He sat on his haunches, rasping his tongue first over his paws, drawing it behind his ears in a circular motion, then working his way to his belly fur. He was perhaps half way through this task when he noticed the approaching cat.
Eagleflight greeted him with a friendly dip of the head, before meowing politely, “Morning Swiftstrike,” his mew was bright and optimistic, obviously Swiftstrike wasn’t the only one the weather had brightened up, “You just missed Wolfclaw assigning patrols. You know were supposed to be on the dawn patrol today?”
Hawk-dung! he scowled inwardly, How could I forget? I’m such a feather-brain!
He blinked apologetically, “I’m so sorry," he apologised, shaking his head, “I can go catch up with them, if you want?” his gaze drifted to the clan entrance, “I don’t know if I’ll reach them but”-
Eagleflight cut him off, “No worries, you’re assigned to a hunting patrol instead, the fresh-kill pile could do with a bit of a top-up,” he indicated with a tip of his head towards the clan’s store of prey, tucked away neatly below a rocky overhanging.
Swiftstrike nodded, “Sure,” his gaze drifted to the sky for a moment before flickering back to Eaglelfight, “Should I go with anyone or…” he broke off.
“Wolfclaw said to take Cricketleap, is that alright?”
Swiftstrike smiled, nodding, “Sure, that’s fine.”
Cricketleap. The dark grey tom had spoken to her on the odd occasion and knew she was a nice enough cat. He didn’t really mind who he went on patrol with in all honesty, he wasn’t all that talkative, more on the shy side, so he didn’t usually involve himself in conversation, particularly if the cat he was with wasn’t the most pleasant character. Perhaps today would be different?
“I’d… I’d best go find her then,” he stuttered.
Eagleflight smiled, “Okay then, I hope the hunting’s good,” he dipped his head to the younger warrior before padding away. Swiftstrike’s gaze followed him a little way until he at last took a deep breath and rose to his paws, his gaze washing across the clearing, Okay, let’s try and find Cricketleap.
Notes: None
Tag: Fate Admin
