Post by mintedstar/fur on Apr 5, 2020 4:35:27 GMT -5
Snake Sunning on Rocks - Tribe of Forgotten Waters - 54 Moons - Tom - Cave-Guard
-- Cold echoed like sound through hollow caverns in Snake's bones, causing the tom to shiver a bit in his sleep. It was a struggle to crack open one eye, let alone both. After several seconds of shaking off the last scent of storm from the previous night, as well as the last of the chill that seemed to be only partly to blame on the cool air, Snake stood. His jaws parted in a large, well-deserved yawn. It shoot off the last of the dream he'd had and the last of his confused and random thoughts.
It was a relief to leave the comfort of the grotto, head tilting this way and that to search out his Tribemate's location. Like pretty much every morning before this, since Snake cared to remember, he sat with his back to one of the walls and started grooming his fur. He got up early specifically to do this, every single day. It was a comfort ritual more than anything, starting with his tail and paws and finishing with his ears. He could feel the last of the dream-terrors slipping away with each second and his eyes once again swept over rock and stone, noting the faults and smooth faces of them. He hadn't been sure where his eyes were going to fall, but the angle of his ears gave him away. His eyes found the entrance and his muscles tensed up ever so slightly.
It was the downside to his early rising. It was always a possibility that he'd run into Snarl of Black Hound and it was never a prospect he relished. It was like walking on sharp rocks whenever he was around and Snake never had time to think over the pros and cons of talking to him before the tom disappeared again. He almost hoped today would be different. His eyes could have just as easily wondered to Moon, if he had known where his niece was, or to another of his Tribemates. But more then likely, it would just be Hound who caught his attention this morning.
Claws tapping against the rock beneath his feet, Snake found himself thinking, unaware of the rhyme he was beating out against the ground. It was second nature when he was a little on edge. Two short taps, very light, then three hard ones, like he was trying to dig his claws into the very stone. The same pattern, over and over. Tap, tap, tap. He could just return back to the nest he'd left, but the idea seemed like it would draw too much attention to himself. Could he afford being seen avoiding his Tribemate? Would anyone care?
He knew one cat who might, but more likely two. He wasn't sure what Lizard or Moon would think. He didn't want to seem off in their eyes or like he was ... well ... he'd prefer to be in a safer position of conversation than anything having to do with Hound.
The choice seemed a bit late, and for the most part made for him. It seemed likely that he would be running into Hound, though it might be a bit debatable whether Snake would make any unusual snap decisions to talk to him. Snake's ears angled in the direction of the entrance, his eyes narrowing just a little, at the sound of pawsteps.
Tap, tap, tap. Tap, tap, tap.
It was a relief to leave the comfort of the grotto, head tilting this way and that to search out his Tribemate's location. Like pretty much every morning before this, since Snake cared to remember, he sat with his back to one of the walls and started grooming his fur. He got up early specifically to do this, every single day. It was a comfort ritual more than anything, starting with his tail and paws and finishing with his ears. He could feel the last of the dream-terrors slipping away with each second and his eyes once again swept over rock and stone, noting the faults and smooth faces of them. He hadn't been sure where his eyes were going to fall, but the angle of his ears gave him away. His eyes found the entrance and his muscles tensed up ever so slightly.
It was the downside to his early rising. It was always a possibility that he'd run into Snarl of Black Hound and it was never a prospect he relished. It was like walking on sharp rocks whenever he was around and Snake never had time to think over the pros and cons of talking to him before the tom disappeared again. He almost hoped today would be different. His eyes could have just as easily wondered to Moon, if he had known where his niece was, or to another of his Tribemates. But more then likely, it would just be Hound who caught his attention this morning.
Claws tapping against the rock beneath his feet, Snake found himself thinking, unaware of the rhyme he was beating out against the ground. It was second nature when he was a little on edge. Two short taps, very light, then three hard ones, like he was trying to dig his claws into the very stone. The same pattern, over and over. Tap, tap, tap. He could just return back to the nest he'd left, but the idea seemed like it would draw too much attention to himself. Could he afford being seen avoiding his Tribemate? Would anyone care?
He knew one cat who might, but more likely two. He wasn't sure what Lizard or Moon would think. He didn't want to seem off in their eyes or like he was ... well ... he'd prefer to be in a safer position of conversation than anything having to do with Hound.
The choice seemed a bit late, and for the most part made for him. It seemed likely that he would be running into Hound, though it might be a bit debatable whether Snake would make any unusual snap decisions to talk to him. Snake's ears angled in the direction of the entrance, his eyes narrowing just a little, at the sound of pawsteps.
Tap, tap, tap. Tap, tap, tap.
586 words - Hellion / mention: Ghost the Undead Goddess - Newleaf 11: The morning dawns cool and clear after a thunderstorm the previous night, opening the way for a beautiful day with sunny, cloudless skies.