Post by Fawn on Apr 14, 2017 23:41:06 GMT -5
LIONSTAR
leader of treeclan
Blinded by the light of a new sun
If a tree falls in the woods, does anyone hear it?
As a matter of fact, yes.
The dawn patrol had heard the crash, that splintering creak of rotten wood yielding to the elements. The snap of a thousand branches as the tree teetered into the hidden thicket. It was good luck none of the mentors had tried to get a head start on the day with battle training; the area was empty of cats, but not for long.
Lionstar, whose keen sense of hearing had steered him towards the commotion even before the patrol arrived, quickly took control of the situation.
It was an old dead sycamore, with twisting branches that stretched across the thicket like cats' claws, gouging the grassy earth and bending the tangled thicket.
"Blackwing, go back to camp and round up five more warriors and apprentices." Lionstar nimbly landed on the thickest bough, digging his claws into it as he maneuvered to the very end. "The rest of you, work in teams of two or three - we need to break these branches and get them out of this thicket." It was going to be a full day of hard work, probably even two days, but it needed to be done. TreeClan wasn't full of slugs, it was full of warriors who were willing to grit their teeth and cooperate.
Lionstar helped his half-sister, Appleshade, find her balance beside Skyfall, and together the two warriors began to throw their weight against the bough, trying to crack it. Leaving them to their task, Lionstar's sharp golden eyes arrested the attention of two more cats, and he beckoned the rest of the dawn patrol to his side.
"On my count, everyone jump." The golden warrior's muscles gathered, rippling beneath his gold-and-black pelt. "One, two, three, now!" Engaging strong back legs, Lionstar threw his weight into the air, careful to stay level as he fell back down to the earth. He suspected the landing was going to be uncomfortable, and he was right; Lionstar's claws scoured the bark, and he was rewarded with a low, creaking groan.
"Again," he ordered, and the forest was filled with drumbeats of many cats leaping and landing at different intervals.
As a matter of fact, yes.
The dawn patrol had heard the crash, that splintering creak of rotten wood yielding to the elements. The snap of a thousand branches as the tree teetered into the hidden thicket. It was good luck none of the mentors had tried to get a head start on the day with battle training; the area was empty of cats, but not for long.
Lionstar, whose keen sense of hearing had steered him towards the commotion even before the patrol arrived, quickly took control of the situation.
It was an old dead sycamore, with twisting branches that stretched across the thicket like cats' claws, gouging the grassy earth and bending the tangled thicket.
"Blackwing, go back to camp and round up five more warriors and apprentices." Lionstar nimbly landed on the thickest bough, digging his claws into it as he maneuvered to the very end. "The rest of you, work in teams of two or three - we need to break these branches and get them out of this thicket." It was going to be a full day of hard work, probably even two days, but it needed to be done. TreeClan wasn't full of slugs, it was full of warriors who were willing to grit their teeth and cooperate.
Lionstar helped his half-sister, Appleshade, find her balance beside Skyfall, and together the two warriors began to throw their weight against the bough, trying to crack it. Leaving them to their task, Lionstar's sharp golden eyes arrested the attention of two more cats, and he beckoned the rest of the dawn patrol to his side.
"On my count, everyone jump." The golden warrior's muscles gathered, rippling beneath his gold-and-black pelt. "One, two, three, now!" Engaging strong back legs, Lionstar threw his weight into the air, careful to stay level as he fell back down to the earth. He suspected the landing was going to be uncomfortable, and he was right; Lionstar's claws scoured the bark, and he was rewarded with a low, creaking groan.
"Again," he ordered, and the forest was filled with drumbeats of many cats leaping and landing at different intervals.
Take it to the world, gonna sing it like an anthem
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