Post by BlooRey DVD on Aug 24, 2014 18:19:08 GMT -5
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The sun shone brightly that morning. It filtered in from anywhere it could, warming whatever it touched, which made Brokensong a very happy feline. Lying sprawled out in a bright patch of sunlight, the tortoiseshell she-cat let out a long whoosh of air, satisfaction spread widely on her gentle features. Paws stretched out, claws splaying in a perfect stretch as the warrioress rolled, allowing her other side to soak up some of the sunlight too. She really couldn't have asked for a more perfect morning. The camp was still fairly quiet, considering she'd gotten up shortly after the dawn patrol had left.
As she lay, her mind growing fuzzy, the she-cat couldn't help but think that there would have been one thing that could have made this better. Wonder where Zephy is... Smiling slightly at the nickname obtained through her laziness, her last conscious thoughts were all very much centered on a familiar tabby tom who frequently had her little heart aflutter. As she lapsed into a dozing state, a silent, rumbling purr washed over her before her whole body just seemed to slowly unwind, to relax in a manner only obtained when she fell into a perfect sleep.
When she woke again, the sun seemed much brighter, her pelt warmed through and through. Rolling to her paws, she figured it had been a good nap, with a good amount of time having passed. Cats were milling about now, progressing through usual morning routines. The lack of sleeping breaths coming from the warrior's den told her that it was likely some cats had left the camp to hunt or something similar. Plume-like tail swishing behind her, the warrioress dropped into a long stretch, feeling her muscles tighten then relax, her spine giving a satisfying pop.
Curious hazel-green eyes took in the area around her. What should I do... With no apprentice (for perfectly understandable reasons), Brokensong rarely had any extraordinarily pressing duties to attend to. Glancing at the fresh-kill pile, she decided that it certainly wouldn't hurt to go out hunting. Better to have too much prey than not enough to feed the Clan! She was just about to exit the camp when she remembered the last time she'd gone out alone and gotten herself stuck in a fallen log. Frowning at the memory, the tortoiseshell decided to take Zephyrfang's suggestion and find someone to go out hunting with. He would never put her down because she couldn't speak or call for help. He was just concerned.
He can't be concerned if he comes hunting with me! She decided, trotting off in an attempt to find the tabby tom who'd stolen her heart. It was on her escapade to find him that she ran into a different familiar face. Littlestep! A friendly smile lighting up her features, the mute warrioress glanced towards the fresh-kill pile, before nudging the other she-cat and pointing towards the TreeClan camp's entrance with her tail. And then she sat with her head tipped slightly, hoping that the other warrioress would understand what she was asking and accept her invitation.
It's been a long time since I've spent some time with Littlestep!
Phoenix