history has its eyes on you (middy) Mar 16, 2016 21:31:21 GMT
Post by aurum on Mar 16, 2016 21:31:21 GMT
HISTORY HAS ITS EYES [ ON YOU ]
❝late afternoon light, streaks and beams passing through cracks within the thick canopy of leaves and trees high overhead, dimmed as the promised darkness of the coming dusk crept slowly in. ebony shadows blackened, birdsong ceased, rustles of moving prey quieted into hushed, quick bursts. as the forest readied itself for the peaceful slumber the twilight brought, the hustle and bustle of clan life followed suit. hunting patrols came in with the last of the day’s catch, and small groups prowling the borders padded back single-file with complaints of sore muscles and aching bones and tired eyes. warriors and apprentices, kits and queens, elders and leaders - another day had passed, and all nestled in to wait for the morrow.
“starclan, where did he run off to now? seriously, i―silverantler, get your furry tail over here!”
well, everyone except for morningfrost, at least.
morningfrost, pelt looking like he encompassed the setting sun within himself, stalked about, shoulders hunched, mouth a straight line. honey eyes glittered with exasperation. it was near sundown already and still he had not seen head or tail of his brother. by the stars, they were going to be late! oh, morningfrost just itched to give his brother a good talking to right about then. “i swear to starclan―” which really was rather comical considering morningfrost’s total lack of faith in their ancestral spirits, “―if you’re harassing falconstar again about giving up his position to you..” the yellow-eyed warrior trailed of into incoherent grumbling and eye-rolling. it was better to leave his next words to the imagination anyway.
it took another circumnavigation of the general camp area before morningfrost settled on simply waiting by the fresh-kill pile. he knew silverantler like the back of his paw; if there was one place he knew his litter-mate would never fail to go to, it was always where there was food. the moonlight-cloaked feline had an appetite of three full-grown badgers combined, all with bottomless pits for stomachs. morningfrost still wondered how his brother kept his fit shape, though he was sure some of it was the result of dark, psych-medicine cat voodoo magic. sharp eyes gazed about the dwindling numbers of still-awake clan members, seeking out one pale tabby pelt out of the remaining few.
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