Two to Hunt [Rootstride] Dec 31, 2012 4:00:03 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Dec 31, 2012 4:00:03 GMT -5
Leafbare had taken hold of LightningClan's territory, frosting the moorland in about an inch of snow. The tall grass the carpeted the area was brittle with frost, and it stiffly quivered as a bright orange-and-black pelt brushed through them. A trail of her small pawprints followed Mapleheart as she trekked out towards the rim of the Star Field. The light breeze was positively frigid, and her paws were cold. Tense and uncomfortable in the brisk, wintry air, she paused, her tail twitching impatiently. Her green eyes scanned the horizon, and then glanced back behind her. He's supposed to be here, too, so where is he? Her thoughts were exasperated and accusatory, and she huffed.
She'd been assigned to an early morning hunting patrol with Rootstride, and wasn't overly pleased about having to go out in the cold at such an unholy hour. The sun had just began to stretch into the sky, and she stifled a yawn. It wasn't that she had anything against Rootstride – she hardly knew him – but she most definitely had something against this hunting patrol. She felt like whining about how she was a she-cat, and she'd catch her death out here, but she stayed silenced and looked around once more, as if something might have changed in the past four seconds.
She could see her breath, for StarClan's sake. And, oh, her paws were going numb! Where was he? She was here, wasn't she? Did he even care about the effort that she'd put forth to venture out into the cold, alone, to go on some dumb hunting patrol? It had been such a valiant gesture, and not one cat had said one thing about her being so dedicated to her clan to even bother with this patrol...
Her thoughts were cut short as she heard approaching pawsteps and turned, ears pricked forward, to see her clanmate.