Post by ♥._A m o r e _.♥ on Apr 4, 2008 21:26:47 GMT -5
Still dark outside. The sun rise was just around the corner, but it was not yet there, cats were awaking in their dens. Apprentices shook their fur clean of moss and such, their mentors would be waiting soon to train so they had to wake up rather early and find their ways, wake up and be refreshed and manage not to be late. The warriors woke minutes later, licking their chops lazily, scowling at the tom in the back still asleep.
They had their apprentices to train, they’d all meander over to the fresh-kill pile and reach in. Their eyes fogged over and cloudy, glinting in the sun breaching the horizon. Most reached their heads in, ate, conversed with one another, and then went ahead and shared tongues while the apprentices all worked together to get something done before training. Then, with an ungrateful scowl back to the warriors den, and a few hushed words, they’d probably go off to train with their apprentices. Wasn’t that the nature of all clan cats? Running in the same rut, going around in circles following the same exact path each and every day, It got boring after a while… Didn’t it?
As the sun began to bubble over the horizon, with its molten hot fingers, it slipped through the cracks in the den and reached across a dazzling red pelt of orange and black spots. A slow movement had been continuing through the night, up and down, up and down, a steady rhythmic breathing. The ground below, in a cloud of dust, moved in and then was blown out, sucked in, and then blown out again.
Every thing was peaceful, and the one single cat was sleeping on his bed, all the rest empty. His eyes slowly began to flicker open, green beams fluttered out into the darkness, orange claws gripping the dirt and ground, his claws, pearly white with a subtle glimmer shot out from the fur on his toes, scratching the ground in defiance, daring the sun to continue climbing the sky, daring the sun to blind his eyes, keeping him from being able to stay asleep for much longer. The muscles in his legs twitched, the bones ached and his hips cracked, toes flattened, knees gave way and elbows popped in and out. It was the sign of a lazy, boring cat, Tundrafir.
Easily, because of his breed, one of the tallest cats seen around, the large Ashera stood and flicked his legs out, he then flicked his ears back, but only for a moment. His whiskers twitched, but only as fast as the blink of an eye, his nose scrunched up pink flattening and lines on his nose flaring. He stretched his body, laying his front and chest on the ground, his rump in the air, and his long tail spinning around as his happiness showed.
He let out a deep yawn, reaching deep down into his lungs and then shook his body off. Moss was sent flying, back to the walls, onto the ground, in his bed, and his matted fur unclumped. He watched as the sun continued to rise rapidly. He turned his head to the side, what was it… He thought. The tom who knew that he liked to sleep in late, but what was it he was supposed to do? He sat and scratched behind his ears, twitching as he thought. ’NIGHTPAW!!!’ his eyes widened.
Even Tundrafir wasn’t that forgetful was he? Wait… he didn’t remember. He blinked, no NO! He shook his body and shook his fur. Without time to groom himself he ran towards the freshkill pile. Oh stupid you! he hissed to himself inside. He looked through and tried to find out where the birds were but he knew he didn’t have time to pick through and find what he wanted, he took the smallest piece on the top and began to run off with it held in his mouth, limp and dead.
It was a rather large piece of prey honestly, he hadn’t wanted something so big, he figured he’d share it with Nightpaw before the beginning of their training, but he didn’t know much about her, other then she was blind… he didn’t know if she was good at hunting, or if she’d take his offer as an insult. He shrugged, it couldn’t hurt to just try and make friends now could it? He trotted along with the vole in his mouth, it was dangling as he padded swiftly through the forest.
One foot evenly after another he watched as branches were jumped over and grass was brushed to the side. He wondered what it would be like to be blind, sure he didn’t have the best vision in the clan, but he could see things almost crystal clear, he could see the wall he was looking at, the sky, the trees, the earth, the ground, the grass, the leaves, the creatures that pattered around. Nature was so beautiful… it must have been a burden not to see every thing good in life! He tilted his head to the side and then scrunched up his nose, ’Maybe not…,’ he thought to himself as he continued to walk. He tried to sniff out her scent and follow it but the vole had made him trace back his steps many a-time and it was taking him longer then he expected.
’I guess it isn’t a burden, maybe it’s a gift, for one, when training she doesn’t have to look at my hideous face.’ he chuckled to himself knowing that in itself would be a blessing, ’Nor the face of those that have hurt her… they’ll never appear in her dreams night after night, just faces… I wish it came with sound but no, just a face of a devilish cat, staring you down all night….’ he shook his head to clear the thought.
Just as he thought that he would never find the she-cat he sat down and felt a piece of bark hit his head. His ears flattened and he blinked. Still, with the vole in his mouth he looked up to see the she-cat in the tree. It was quite a good thing that she couldn’t see him, he looked rather funny looking straight up in the air, a piece of prey dangling from each side of his jaw, he just imagined himself what that might have looked like.
He turned his head down and dropped the vole on the ground, he knew he couldn’t climb very well, and certainly not with the prey. She was on the second branch up of the large oak tree, and he prepared himself to climb. His claws stuck out from his pads, and he leapt up onto the tree bark falling behind him. His tongue pressed against his lip as he prepared to lift his paw and climb. He pulled his paw out of the bark and placed it forward, he continued this for several minutes before falling. He’d always figured it was because he was such a long cat, but maybe with the correct talent he could do it himself.
After a bit he felt himself rocking backwards, he looked down for just a moment before he fell. Getting frustrated he landed on his paws and flung himself at the tree, his good jumping skills carried him half way up the trees base and from there he was able to dash up to the level Nightpaw was sitting on. He looked down at his paws embarrassed as he finally found his composure.
They had their apprentices to train, they’d all meander over to the fresh-kill pile and reach in. Their eyes fogged over and cloudy, glinting in the sun breaching the horizon. Most reached their heads in, ate, conversed with one another, and then went ahead and shared tongues while the apprentices all worked together to get something done before training. Then, with an ungrateful scowl back to the warriors den, and a few hushed words, they’d probably go off to train with their apprentices. Wasn’t that the nature of all clan cats? Running in the same rut, going around in circles following the same exact path each and every day, It got boring after a while… Didn’t it?
As the sun began to bubble over the horizon, with its molten hot fingers, it slipped through the cracks in the den and reached across a dazzling red pelt of orange and black spots. A slow movement had been continuing through the night, up and down, up and down, a steady rhythmic breathing. The ground below, in a cloud of dust, moved in and then was blown out, sucked in, and then blown out again.
Every thing was peaceful, and the one single cat was sleeping on his bed, all the rest empty. His eyes slowly began to flicker open, green beams fluttered out into the darkness, orange claws gripping the dirt and ground, his claws, pearly white with a subtle glimmer shot out from the fur on his toes, scratching the ground in defiance, daring the sun to continue climbing the sky, daring the sun to blind his eyes, keeping him from being able to stay asleep for much longer. The muscles in his legs twitched, the bones ached and his hips cracked, toes flattened, knees gave way and elbows popped in and out. It was the sign of a lazy, boring cat, Tundrafir.
Easily, because of his breed, one of the tallest cats seen around, the large Ashera stood and flicked his legs out, he then flicked his ears back, but only for a moment. His whiskers twitched, but only as fast as the blink of an eye, his nose scrunched up pink flattening and lines on his nose flaring. He stretched his body, laying his front and chest on the ground, his rump in the air, and his long tail spinning around as his happiness showed.
He let out a deep yawn, reaching deep down into his lungs and then shook his body off. Moss was sent flying, back to the walls, onto the ground, in his bed, and his matted fur unclumped. He watched as the sun continued to rise rapidly. He turned his head to the side, what was it… He thought. The tom who knew that he liked to sleep in late, but what was it he was supposed to do? He sat and scratched behind his ears, twitching as he thought. ’NIGHTPAW!!!’ his eyes widened.
Even Tundrafir wasn’t that forgetful was he? Wait… he didn’t remember. He blinked, no NO! He shook his body and shook his fur. Without time to groom himself he ran towards the freshkill pile. Oh stupid you! he hissed to himself inside. He looked through and tried to find out where the birds were but he knew he didn’t have time to pick through and find what he wanted, he took the smallest piece on the top and began to run off with it held in his mouth, limp and dead.
It was a rather large piece of prey honestly, he hadn’t wanted something so big, he figured he’d share it with Nightpaw before the beginning of their training, but he didn’t know much about her, other then she was blind… he didn’t know if she was good at hunting, or if she’d take his offer as an insult. He shrugged, it couldn’t hurt to just try and make friends now could it? He trotted along with the vole in his mouth, it was dangling as he padded swiftly through the forest.
One foot evenly after another he watched as branches were jumped over and grass was brushed to the side. He wondered what it would be like to be blind, sure he didn’t have the best vision in the clan, but he could see things almost crystal clear, he could see the wall he was looking at, the sky, the trees, the earth, the ground, the grass, the leaves, the creatures that pattered around. Nature was so beautiful… it must have been a burden not to see every thing good in life! He tilted his head to the side and then scrunched up his nose, ’Maybe not…,’ he thought to himself as he continued to walk. He tried to sniff out her scent and follow it but the vole had made him trace back his steps many a-time and it was taking him longer then he expected.
’I guess it isn’t a burden, maybe it’s a gift, for one, when training she doesn’t have to look at my hideous face.’ he chuckled to himself knowing that in itself would be a blessing, ’Nor the face of those that have hurt her… they’ll never appear in her dreams night after night, just faces… I wish it came with sound but no, just a face of a devilish cat, staring you down all night….’ he shook his head to clear the thought.
Just as he thought that he would never find the she-cat he sat down and felt a piece of bark hit his head. His ears flattened and he blinked. Still, with the vole in his mouth he looked up to see the she-cat in the tree. It was quite a good thing that she couldn’t see him, he looked rather funny looking straight up in the air, a piece of prey dangling from each side of his jaw, he just imagined himself what that might have looked like.
He turned his head down and dropped the vole on the ground, he knew he couldn’t climb very well, and certainly not with the prey. She was on the second branch up of the large oak tree, and he prepared himself to climb. His claws stuck out from his pads, and he leapt up onto the tree bark falling behind him. His tongue pressed against his lip as he prepared to lift his paw and climb. He pulled his paw out of the bark and placed it forward, he continued this for several minutes before falling. He’d always figured it was because he was such a long cat, but maybe with the correct talent he could do it himself.
After a bit he felt himself rocking backwards, he looked down for just a moment before he fell. Getting frustrated he landed on his paws and flung himself at the tree, his good jumping skills carried him half way up the trees base and from there he was able to dash up to the level Nightpaw was sitting on. He looked down at his paws embarrassed as he finally found his composure.
