Post by Deleted on Jun 7, 2013 11:45:08 GMT -5
With the low moonlight filtering in onto the burnt campsite of Treeclan, a cool wind blew, maybe signaling rain. That would be good if the forest dweling cats could get some sky water. Silver light shimmered down, coating the cats that wandered aound in a soft essance as if to calm them from all their troubles and worries. It was a quite night, cats settling down early, though there wasn't much to do now that most of the forest went up in smoke.
Pale eyes stared up at the silver light, his sandy fur shimmering as a pale silver before movement caught his attention. From his little spot away from his clanmates, the estranged small tom turned his head to come to view a larger, more muscular tom. Ears pricked as his head tilted to the side, if he showed emotions, amusement would have flashed accross it because it looked like this messagener cat had serious trouble finding the sneaky tom.
"Lionstar wishes to see you." The older tom spoke in a low voice, forcing Littletimber to swerve his ears forwards to catch the low muttered words before the messanger turned to trot away, presumably back to his bed. Head still tilted, the sandy brown tabby narrowed his eyes, the words ringing in his head. Why would Lionstar need to see me. Yes the leader once mentored Littletimber... for a couple of moons when his foolish mentor died showing off, but that couldn't be why Lionstar wanted him. Pulling himself up to his small paws, the strange tom decide to go and find the massive Treeclan leader who had summoned him.
Slipping through the shadows, small paws made no noise as he quickly made his way where he knew the lion like tom would be waiting. Ears flickered, Littletimber caught the sounds of a purring mother from the Nursery as he passed it, probably Gentlebreeze with her newborn kit. With a swift tail flick, the small tom rounded the Nursery and slipped through the shadows, coming up next to Lionstar's shoulder as the older tom watched the clearing, probably expecting the strange tom to just walk up to him.
"You called for me?" Shrill voice sounded quietly, Littletimber's head tilted to the side as those eerie blue eyes watched Lionstar like emotionless blue pits. His face void of any feelings as he waited for Lionstar to respond to him.