Post by Deleted on Mar 6, 2015 15:42:46 GMT -5
S A N D S T R I K E
The warm weather was enough to brighten anyone's day, even the likes of Sandstrike, who was very much renown for taking life somewhat seriously. It was impossible really to remain focused whilst the world around you was rejoicing the arrival of green-leaf. TreeClan's deciduous forests were bursting with life, vibrant greens making an appearance after moons of dull browns and greys. It was on this morning, with the sun having just crested the treetops and the sky a promising blue, that the pale ginger tom had decided to make some time for his sister.
Having been somewhat busy over the last few moons, Sandstrike had, admittedly, not been spending quite as much time as he should have with Sorrelflower. He and the tortoiseshell-and-white she-cat had always been close as siblings and having witnessed the agony of Lionsong's grief over her own sister, who's life had been claimed by the greencough epidemic, he felt even more obliged to spend time with Sorrelflower. He was fortunate that he still had his sister and he couldn't be more grateful for her presence. He wasn't sure how he would have handled it had it been Sorrelflower who'd been snatched by the greedy claws of greencough.
A pleasant smile plastered upon his features, the sandy-coloured tom ducked his head as he entered the Warriors' Den, being careful not to catch his pelt upon the thorns. It only took a brief sweeping glance to locate his sister, curled up in her nest.
Whiskers twitching, Sandstrike picked his way around the several sleeping figures before drawing to a halt before his sister. The warrior hesitated for a moment, his piercing blue gaze picking over her sleeping figure before at last extending a paw and prodding her side ever so gently.
"Sorrel?" he inclined his head, speaking softly as not to startle her, "Rise and shine."
He gave a white-fanged grin, waiting for her to stir. Sorrelflower, in a way, was his opposite. Whilst Sandstrike was, for the most part, focused, down to earth and often quite serious, Sorrelflower was something of a dreamer, often living with her head in the clouds. Although there had been occasions when Sandstrike had found these traits of hers somewhat irritable, she did encourage him to live his life less seriously, something which Sandstrike was gradually coming round to the idea of. They did have fun together, he had to admit that much, it made a change from his usual day to day, highly regimented life to spend time with her.
Inclining his head, he offered up the question, "I don't suppose you'd care to come hunting with me?" his blue eyes were bright and trained upon the tortoiseshell-and-white she-cat before him. He would have invited Lionsong to accompany them, but when he'd left their nest this morning, she'd been sleeping so soundly that he hadn’t the heart to awaken her. It would have to be just him and his sister. Not that he minded that.
Having been somewhat busy over the last few moons, Sandstrike had, admittedly, not been spending quite as much time as he should have with Sorrelflower. He and the tortoiseshell-and-white she-cat had always been close as siblings and having witnessed the agony of Lionsong's grief over her own sister, who's life had been claimed by the greencough epidemic, he felt even more obliged to spend time with Sorrelflower. He was fortunate that he still had his sister and he couldn't be more grateful for her presence. He wasn't sure how he would have handled it had it been Sorrelflower who'd been snatched by the greedy claws of greencough.
A pleasant smile plastered upon his features, the sandy-coloured tom ducked his head as he entered the Warriors' Den, being careful not to catch his pelt upon the thorns. It only took a brief sweeping glance to locate his sister, curled up in her nest.
Whiskers twitching, Sandstrike picked his way around the several sleeping figures before drawing to a halt before his sister. The warrior hesitated for a moment, his piercing blue gaze picking over her sleeping figure before at last extending a paw and prodding her side ever so gently.
"Sorrel?" he inclined his head, speaking softly as not to startle her, "Rise and shine."
He gave a white-fanged grin, waiting for her to stir. Sorrelflower, in a way, was his opposite. Whilst Sandstrike was, for the most part, focused, down to earth and often quite serious, Sorrelflower was something of a dreamer, often living with her head in the clouds. Although there had been occasions when Sandstrike had found these traits of hers somewhat irritable, she did encourage him to live his life less seriously, something which Sandstrike was gradually coming round to the idea of. They did have fun together, he had to admit that much, it made a change from his usual day to day, highly regimented life to spend time with her.
Inclining his head, he offered up the question, "I don't suppose you'd care to come hunting with me?" his blue eyes were bright and trained upon the tortoiseshell-and-white she-cat before him. He would have invited Lionsong to accompany them, but when he'd left their nest this morning, she'd been sleeping so soundly that he hadn’t the heart to awaken her. It would have to be just him and his sister. Not that he minded that.
Tag: @moons
Word Count: 510
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Word Count: 510
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