Post by //.King.\\ on Apr 19, 2010 15:37:20 GMT -6
The sweet scent of new leaf hung in the air, in some opinions, almost oppressively. The scent of new life thrummed on the dancing breeze that curled and twined itself around all things in it's path, from the massive trees that made up the dens of the cats of AstralClan, to the cats themselves. Mid-morning and the day still clung to the chill of night, though the sun was quickly omitting it from the spring day, in all areas except for within the shadows. The clan was running smoothly, cats going on and on about their lives talking, gossiping, dozing, what ever that needed to be done. It was from one of the shadowy interior of the hollowed out trees that a she-cat emerged, a yawn parting her jaws, flashing the pink inside of her mouth for a moment, before a flash of white closed the sight off again. Blue eyes, bleary for a moment in the harsh light, an after effect of stepping from the sleepy, shadowed, aura of the warrior's den.
Taking a moment to stretch, multicolored back arching in this stretch, the young she-cat padded forward, towards the fresh-kill pile, a quick breakfast before heading out herself, couldn't hurt, could it? Surely not, considering neither Spiceshine or Ashstar were visible from her quick glance around the camp. Grasping a vole from the pile, the pale colored she-cat padded back towards the den she had emerged from, her mind still a blank slate, sleep still clinging to her, like a tick that refused to be pulled away from her.
Licking her whiskers clean, Larksong took a good hard look at the apprentice's den, with narrowed blue eyes.The look bordered a glare. Sure, it was highly possible, and more than likely that Ghostpaw had gone of a patrol of some sort, or was out training with his mentor, so the aggression wasn't based on the thought that he was sleeping the day away in his nest, so much as that she hadn't heard his voice that morning. Though the black and white apprentice was still just that, an apprentice, she had known him since kit-hood, and the thought of him being out of her eyesight made her fur prickle uncomfortably. With a huff Larksong tossed the thought out of her head. The only reason she even slightly 'worried' about the younger cat was that he had a tendency to do all the fun things, and then rub it in her face that she wasn't here for it. It would be typical of him, though she was, and always had been capable of verbally standing up to him, no matter what.
The sun was reaching higher and higher, closer to sun high than anything else, and with apparent time to kill, the tortoiseshell cat began the methodical and soothing time to give herself a good grooming. It was new-leaf. Time of plenty for all, though, that far from stopped problems from cropping up in the clans. Kits would be born, and then become apprentices. The clan, which was already strong, would become stronger. No doubt about it. A pleased purr rumbled in her throat, blue eyes lost in thoughts and memories as she waited. It would be too long, until her sharp tongued friend squirmed away from what ever duty that he was currently assigned to, though the rumor was that his mentor was threatening him with another moon of apprenticeship should he screw up again. What a threat! Especially for such a determined cat as Ghostpaw. Suppressing a mrow of amusement, she went back to her thoughts as the day continued on, bringing untold secrets closer, and a day closer to everything else in their so very short and unstable lives.
[/font]Taking a moment to stretch, multicolored back arching in this stretch, the young she-cat padded forward, towards the fresh-kill pile, a quick breakfast before heading out herself, couldn't hurt, could it? Surely not, considering neither Spiceshine or Ashstar were visible from her quick glance around the camp. Grasping a vole from the pile, the pale colored she-cat padded back towards the den she had emerged from, her mind still a blank slate, sleep still clinging to her, like a tick that refused to be pulled away from her.
Licking her whiskers clean, Larksong took a good hard look at the apprentice's den, with narrowed blue eyes.The look bordered a glare. Sure, it was highly possible, and more than likely that Ghostpaw had gone of a patrol of some sort, or was out training with his mentor, so the aggression wasn't based on the thought that he was sleeping the day away in his nest, so much as that she hadn't heard his voice that morning. Though the black and white apprentice was still just that, an apprentice, she had known him since kit-hood, and the thought of him being out of her eyesight made her fur prickle uncomfortably. With a huff Larksong tossed the thought out of her head. The only reason she even slightly 'worried' about the younger cat was that he had a tendency to do all the fun things, and then rub it in her face that she wasn't here for it. It would be typical of him, though she was, and always had been capable of verbally standing up to him, no matter what.
The sun was reaching higher and higher, closer to sun high than anything else, and with apparent time to kill, the tortoiseshell cat began the methodical and soothing time to give herself a good grooming. It was new-leaf. Time of plenty for all, though, that far from stopped problems from cropping up in the clans. Kits would be born, and then become apprentices. The clan, which was already strong, would become stronger. No doubt about it. A pleased purr rumbled in her throat, blue eyes lost in thoughts and memories as she waited. It would be too long, until her sharp tongued friend squirmed away from what ever duty that he was currently assigned to, though the rumor was that his mentor was threatening him with another moon of apprenticeship should he screw up again. What a threat! Especially for such a determined cat as Ghostpaw. Suppressing a mrow of amusement, she went back to her thoughts as the day continued on, bringing untold secrets closer, and a day closer to everything else in their so very short and unstable lives.
