Post by Phoenix on Sept 15, 2012 22:56:53 GMT -5
Dusk was a lovely time of day, but Hiddenheart wasn't sure how many cats stopped to enjoy it. Of course, they all had their duties to do: hunting, patrolling, getting some last minute training done. All important to clan life, but sometimes it seemed as though it was too easy to fall into the monotony that life could hold. Wake up, patrol, hunt, train, hunt some more, patrol, share tongues, sleep, repeat. Not that he was criticizing the lifestyle at all; no, Hiddenheart loved his life as a warrior of NightClan, even if he did not go around proclaiming it to the world. However, he also enjoyed spending time alone, away from the bustle and near-constant activity of camp. And so, he came out here, to the quiet of the forest.
Hanging low over the path, branches were sillouhetted against the sky, black against the colorful streaks of pink and orange. Long shadows spread over the forest floor, and Hiddenheart faded in and out of them as he moved down the path, his ebony fur merging with the shadows. He strolled at a leisurely pace, obviously completely comfortable with his surroundings despite the fading light. Even in his solitude, he walked with pride, head held high, though he did not strut. Hiddenheart was always very careful not to strut.
At a bend in the trail, he paused, looking up at one of the trees. Bunching up his legs, the warrior leapt into the tree, paws finding perches with practiced ease. Tail outstretched behind him for balance, he moved out onto the branch and settled down, a leg hanging comfortably over the edge of the branch. Deep amber eyes glowed as they turned to the sky, watching as the rest of the light faded. Content in his tree, Hiddenheart let out a soft breath, his nomally closed off expression looking almost peaceful.
Hanging low over the path, branches were sillouhetted against the sky, black against the colorful streaks of pink and orange. Long shadows spread over the forest floor, and Hiddenheart faded in and out of them as he moved down the path, his ebony fur merging with the shadows. He strolled at a leisurely pace, obviously completely comfortable with his surroundings despite the fading light. Even in his solitude, he walked with pride, head held high, though he did not strut. Hiddenheart was always very careful not to strut.
At a bend in the trail, he paused, looking up at one of the trees. Bunching up his legs, the warrior leapt into the tree, paws finding perches with practiced ease. Tail outstretched behind him for balance, he moved out onto the branch and settled down, a leg hanging comfortably over the edge of the branch. Deep amber eyes glowed as they turned to the sky, watching as the rest of the light faded. Content in his tree, Hiddenheart let out a soft breath, his nomally closed off expression looking almost peaceful.