Post by Deleted on Mar 17, 2013 19:01:54 GMT -5
The sun was bright in the late afternoon sky as a cooling breeze flushed away the oncomming heat that announced that Greenleaf was just around the corner, even though Newleaf had just begun. Bright orange-yellow rays trickled in through th small cracks of the Warrior's Den. Gentle green eyes opened as a yawn spread the jaws of the white warrioress who was awoken from her afternoon nap. Sitting up and streching, she turned to run her tongue against her bright white fur, smoothing it and cleaning it free of moss that may have stuck to it. After shaking out her newly cleaned pelt, the white she-cat made her way around the empty nests and out into the Treeclan Camp clearing.
Pretty green eyes adjusted to the sudden light that entered her orbs before blinking away sleep and blindness. The scent of fresh prey turned the Treeclan warrior's head towards where the healthy pile was waiting to be picked at. She had been on the Dusk patrol to hunt and then went out again on the Dawn patrol to re-check the borders, she deserved a nice shrew or mouse. Before padding over to where her stomach desired, the white she-cat made sure to stop by the nursery. You see, Gentlebreeze was a romantic and she was inlove with kits, everything about them made her heart sweel and made her purr sweetly. Someday the bright white she-cat hoped to find a mate, one that could sweep her off her paws and gve her the life she wants, a large family with many kits that she loved with all her heart.
A purr echoed from her throat as she touched noses to the kits who poked their heads out of the Nursery hole to see her. She knew that a couple of the kits inside the nursery would soon be apprenticed, but she still loved to visit them. Flicking her tail over one kit and rolling it on it's back, she tickled it's belly with her paw before padding off, tail waving behind her happily. Her green eyes caught sight of her handsome leader finishing off ordering a patrol, her head tipped to the side as she glanced at the pile and decided to take him a peice of prey. With a skip in her step she bent her head to grab a grackle and a blackbird, before heading over to greet Lionstar with a dip of her head.
The pretty she-cat dropped the grackle at Lionstar's paws once the cats that surrounded him dispersed to get on with their daily duties. After placing her own peice down at her paws she gave a gentle purr, "Hungry?" She asked with a soft, happy look apon her mawl. Her tail curled around her paws as she waited to chew into the blackbird at her own paws, her eyes bright and gentle as her purr continued to rumble deep in her chest.