Post by Deleted on Jan 1, 2015 21:35:48 GMT -5
Timberwing
The Fox of Rainclan
Your face—it haunts my once pleasant dreams
Your voice—it chased away all the sanity in me
The sun was slowly starting to reach into the sky, yellow light clawing against the pale blue sky like claws on a cat. Clouds were scarce as they day showed to be a rather relaxing, calm one. The small breeze was a bit cool, but it did good to chill the heat from the rising orb in the sky.
It was past dawn, as the patrol from the early morning made their way into the clan's camp, yawns leaving their jaws and sleep curling in their eyes as they headed for the nests for a quick nap before continuing on with other duties for the day.
The long furred deputy sat near her leader's den, large feathered tail wrapped neatly around her graying paws as she gave different comands for different cats for the day, setting about making patrols and hunting parties. She had sent Ottersplash off to help Swanfeather, should the Medicine Cat need an extra set of paws to gather herbs or tend to the elders of Rainclan.
She hadn't given Razorstar a patrol to attend to, as she figured that the tom would want to spend some time with his mate who was currently expecting his kits.
Green orbs moved over a couple more cats, the older she-cat parted her jaws to let her voice echo towards their ears, catching their attention by calling their names. "Russethawk, Bravebird, Rippletail." Liquid emerald watching as the cats she called came to crowd around her, she had finished up most of the patrols for the day and decided to go ahead and set out in a hunting party, "Fancy a hunt?" She asked once they were all in range of her aged voice.
Pulling herself to her paws, the older she-cat gave a small stretch of her back, before flicking her plume tail behind her, fox colored fur bright under the climbing sunlight. Timberwing's attention turned to Rippletail as she continued to talk to the other she-cat. "Why don't you grab Gullpaw as well."
Five cats may be a bit much for a simple hunting party, but Timberwing wanted to see how Gullpaw's training was coming along, and with Snowpaw out on a border patrol, it wouldn't hurt to have a different apprentice to watch for a spell.
Shaking out her long, thick fur, the deputy flicked her tail to Russethawk, "Why don't you lead the way." She meowed to the young russet red tom. "We can go over to the Wooded Cave." She continued, that way the water friendly cats could fish, while she herself could keep her paws on solid ground and hunt for vole or mice that liked to hide around in that area.
It was past dawn, as the patrol from the early morning made their way into the clan's camp, yawns leaving their jaws and sleep curling in their eyes as they headed for the nests for a quick nap before continuing on with other duties for the day.
The long furred deputy sat near her leader's den, large feathered tail wrapped neatly around her graying paws as she gave different comands for different cats for the day, setting about making patrols and hunting parties. She had sent Ottersplash off to help Swanfeather, should the Medicine Cat need an extra set of paws to gather herbs or tend to the elders of Rainclan.
She hadn't given Razorstar a patrol to attend to, as she figured that the tom would want to spend some time with his mate who was currently expecting his kits.
Green orbs moved over a couple more cats, the older she-cat parted her jaws to let her voice echo towards their ears, catching their attention by calling their names. "Russethawk, Bravebird, Rippletail." Liquid emerald watching as the cats she called came to crowd around her, she had finished up most of the patrols for the day and decided to go ahead and set out in a hunting party, "Fancy a hunt?" She asked once they were all in range of her aged voice.
Pulling herself to her paws, the older she-cat gave a small stretch of her back, before flicking her plume tail behind her, fox colored fur bright under the climbing sunlight. Timberwing's attention turned to Rippletail as she continued to talk to the other she-cat. "Why don't you grab Gullpaw as well."
Five cats may be a bit much for a simple hunting party, but Timberwing wanted to see how Gullpaw's training was coming along, and with Snowpaw out on a border patrol, it wouldn't hurt to have a different apprentice to watch for a spell.
Shaking out her long, thick fur, the deputy flicked her tail to Russethawk, "Why don't you lead the way." She meowed to the young russet red tom. "We can go over to the Wooded Cave." She continued, that way the water friendly cats could fish, while she herself could keep her paws on solid ground and hunt for vole or mice that liked to hide around in that area.
These wounds won't seem to heal
This pain is just too real
