Post by Deleted on Jun 17, 2013 12:01:15 GMT -5
Clouds dotted the sky, none of them actually blocking out the sunlight. The air seemed unbearably warm to the warrior out hunting. The sun bounced off the water, momentarily blinding the cat. Frowning, the fishing cat blinked a few times to clear the glare. Today's fishing had been successful, yet the warrior had hoped for more. Before collecting that days catch the ambitious hunter scanned the water one last time. When movement caught his eye, the warrior immediately focused in. Smiling, he readied his paw to strike. Quick as lighting he slashed at the fish, flipping it onto the ground and killing it.
Sitting back, Cloudstrike surveyed his catch. A twitch in his smile was the only sign that he was slightly disappointed with himself. Cloudstrike picked up his four fish and started back to camp. Struggling to keep all four in his mouth, the warrior trudged along. He welcomed the shade of the trees and considered climbing one. Looking around he tried to find a tall tree and also a place to put the fish.
Soon enough he found a spot to store the fish and turned his attention to the tree. Finding a tree that looked hard to climb was easier, and quickly he found a suitable tree. Cloudstrike climbed the tree as quick as a squirrel. Proud of himself the warrior sat on a high-up branch. Settling his head on his paws, Cloudstrike looked through the branches toward camp. He could just barely make out what he thought was the Rainclan camp. Sighing he turned his thoughts to the past few days. He realized he hadn't been on a patrol the day before or that day. Frowning he started to climb down so he could go on the next patrol. Cloudstrike let out a yawn, but pushed away his tiredness.
The fish were exactly where he left them, and the warrior quickly made his way back to camp. Entering camp he went straight to the fresh-kill pile. Depositing his fish, Cloudstrike kept one and looked for some shade to have it in. A quick scan of the camp showed not much shade. There was a cat-sized piece of shade by the nursery, so Cloudstrike trotted over and started on his fish. The nursery was loud as always making it hard for the warrior to think. Giving up on his thoughts about a new battle move, Cloudstrike began to watch the kits. A smile flashed across the warriors face. He quickly buried the smile with a bite of fish. Thoughts if one day having his own kits flashed through Cloudstrike's mind, but he quickly cast them aside.
Finishing the fish, Cloudstrike stretched and got ready to stand. Then the warrior paused, wondering what to do. He wasn't supposed to be anywhere. Frowning he wondered what to do next. Another yawn escaped from Cloudstrike. Deciding that a nap wouldn't be a bad idea, Cloudstrike got comfortable. Quickly, he dozed off, daydreaming of playing with kits.
Sitting back, Cloudstrike surveyed his catch. A twitch in his smile was the only sign that he was slightly disappointed with himself. Cloudstrike picked up his four fish and started back to camp. Struggling to keep all four in his mouth, the warrior trudged along. He welcomed the shade of the trees and considered climbing one. Looking around he tried to find a tall tree and also a place to put the fish.
Soon enough he found a spot to store the fish and turned his attention to the tree. Finding a tree that looked hard to climb was easier, and quickly he found a suitable tree. Cloudstrike climbed the tree as quick as a squirrel. Proud of himself the warrior sat on a high-up branch. Settling his head on his paws, Cloudstrike looked through the branches toward camp. He could just barely make out what he thought was the Rainclan camp. Sighing he turned his thoughts to the past few days. He realized he hadn't been on a patrol the day before or that day. Frowning he started to climb down so he could go on the next patrol. Cloudstrike let out a yawn, but pushed away his tiredness.
The fish were exactly where he left them, and the warrior quickly made his way back to camp. Entering camp he went straight to the fresh-kill pile. Depositing his fish, Cloudstrike kept one and looked for some shade to have it in. A quick scan of the camp showed not much shade. There was a cat-sized piece of shade by the nursery, so Cloudstrike trotted over and started on his fish. The nursery was loud as always making it hard for the warrior to think. Giving up on his thoughts about a new battle move, Cloudstrike began to watch the kits. A smile flashed across the warriors face. He quickly buried the smile with a bite of fish. Thoughts if one day having his own kits flashed through Cloudstrike's mind, but he quickly cast them aside.
Finishing the fish, Cloudstrike stretched and got ready to stand. Then the warrior paused, wondering what to do. He wasn't supposed to be anywhere. Frowning he wondered what to do next. Another yawn escaped from Cloudstrike. Deciding that a nap wouldn't be a bad idea, Cloudstrike got comfortable. Quickly, he dozed off, daydreaming of playing with kits.