bumble bees [Honey/Shadow] FINISHED Aug 15, 2017 9:57:51 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Aug 15, 2017 9:57:51 GMT -5
Honeywhisker emerged from the warriors' den, a small cavern led away from the main cave by a small tunnel. She stretched each long, ghost-white leg in turn - her amber eyes squinting as they adjusted to the sunlight streaming in from the entrance like liquid gold. Raising a hindpaw, she scratched herself pleasantly behind the ear - staring around the camp with idle curiosity.
Few cats were up and about but Honeywhisker couldn't focus on their pelts enough to name them; her thoughts were stuck on the Lightningclan fire like flies in tree sap. She could smell the smoke from the Treeclan border and near fell out of the tree she climbed in shock when she saw a large patch of charred black ground where there used to be trees - an ugly scar staining the moorland.
The fire had worried her relentlessly. What on earth would Nightclan do if their forest caught fire? They'd be safe within the caverns, stone didn't burn and smoke always rose upwards, but the dense pine forest could be an easy place for fire to devour everything in its path. In honesty, it was smoke that worried Honeywhisker the most. The acrid stench burned the nostrils, making tracking prey near impossible. The toxic fumes could damage a cat's lungs, especially a kit's, making it harder and harder for them to breathe.
An idea flickered in her head. The Branch Trail always had bees in greenleaf! She remembered honeys soothing texture in the throat way back, sometime during her apprenticeship. Honeywhisker shoved herself to her paws and took a few steps towards the entrance before she paused - turning her tabby striped head to look at a familiar sleek dark-brown pelt.
"Shadowpaw!" She yelled, startling a few cats as she bounded towards him. Honeywhisker skidded to a halt, her hindquarters near slipping on the stone beneath her paws. The tabby wondered if he had the same idea. "Where are you going?"