Post by Hellion on Dec 5, 2017 17:10:56 GMT -5
Death doesn't discriminate
Between the sinners and the saints,
it takes and it takes and it takes
Between the sinners and the saints,
it takes and it takes and it takes
Sunnyheart brushed past Tallstrike on their way out of the camp. The taller warrior nodded in greeting to the bulkier, golden tabby that was Sunnyheart's tired form. The young warrior had been told by Redscar to head toward the TreeClan border to remark the border and with his new apprenitce it would serve as a good training. Flicking his tail to signal to follow after him, Sunnyheart didn't wait long before picking up his pace.
His fear of the snow was warm in his chest as he spotted a few frosty patches on the ground. The snow would be falling soon, Sunnyheart dreaded those deads. Scenting the air he frowned when the only scent of food was long faded. Leafbare had just begun and already it was difficult to hunt. The dread from his chest grew bigger, starvation was number two on his list of fears. Whispering a prayer to whoever listened, Sunnyheart begged for food.
"We have to be careful when we mark the border, our lines need to be strong," Tallstrike spoke which stole Sunnyheart's attetion, something he was grateful for. The stress of his adoptive parents and the loss of his sister's best friend was enough to make it easy for Sunnyheart to dwell on the sad. So anything to distract him was wonderful.
"I agree," He meowed before coming to a halt and looking toward Bumblepaw. "Can you tell me why we mark the borders three times a day at least?" Sunnyheart asked his apprentice, standing in front of him. Doing his best to remain neutral but friendly. Bumblepaw was young and mistakes were bound to happen so Sunnyheart tried not to worry if he got it wrong.
His fear of the snow was warm in his chest as he spotted a few frosty patches on the ground. The snow would be falling soon, Sunnyheart dreaded those deads. Scenting the air he frowned when the only scent of food was long faded. Leafbare had just begun and already it was difficult to hunt. The dread from his chest grew bigger, starvation was number two on his list of fears. Whispering a prayer to whoever listened, Sunnyheart begged for food.
"We have to be careful when we mark the border, our lines need to be strong," Tallstrike spoke which stole Sunnyheart's attetion, something he was grateful for. The stress of his adoptive parents and the loss of his sister's best friend was enough to make it easy for Sunnyheart to dwell on the sad. So anything to distract him was wonderful.
"I agree," He meowed before coming to a halt and looking toward Bumblepaw. "Can you tell me why we mark the borders three times a day at least?" Sunnyheart asked his apprentice, standing in front of him. Doing his best to remain neutral but friendly. Bumblepaw was young and mistakes were bound to happen so Sunnyheart tried not to worry if he got it wrong.
Sunnyheart