Post by alpine on Feb 6, 2016 20:53:18 GMT
LEGEND
| "Hera's words" | Hera's thoughts | "others' words" |
Sunningrocks, as the ever-feuding Clans had named it, was the cause of an eternal divide between RiverClan and ThunderClan which occasionally wedged them so far apart that they exploded. Scathing words would be exchanged, claws would come out, and an all out battle would flip the border into the opposite territory, resetting the countdown to another skirmish. Currently, ThunderClan appeared to hold control over the precious rocks, if the scent marks beyond them were to be trusted. Hera could see why each clan desired the rocks for themselves; if she was given the option she would claim the rocks for her own personal use.
It was the best time of the year for a rogue to enjoy the sleepy warmth of the sun on the clans' patch of land. RiverClan had their own problems with an obvious tension developing between the wet-paws and SkyClan. They would have enough just patrolling their border, with no chance of an attempt at Sunningrocks. As for ThunderClan, it was more than likely still too soon to enjoy time on the rocks, it wouldn't be dangerous until close to greenleaf. Hera had come here often in mid-leaf-fall as well, for the same reason. She loved the feel of the sun on her fur, despite the risks any outsider faced by venturing into clan territory.
So, on a bright new-leaf day, the patched Rogue sprawled on possibly the most visited, most fought over piece of clan land. Ever strategic, she dozed on the highest stone in sight. Sure, she was easily spotted by any coming near but in case of a fight she would have guaranteed high ground. The residual heat in the flat stones quickly made her drowsy and her attention lapsed. Her eyes drifted closed without worry. She could easily handle nearly any intruder.
It was the best time of the year for a rogue to enjoy the sleepy warmth of the sun on the clans' patch of land. RiverClan had their own problems with an obvious tension developing between the wet-paws and SkyClan. They would have enough just patrolling their border, with no chance of an attempt at Sunningrocks. As for ThunderClan, it was more than likely still too soon to enjoy time on the rocks, it wouldn't be dangerous until close to greenleaf. Hera had come here often in mid-leaf-fall as well, for the same reason. She loved the feel of the sun on her fur, despite the risks any outsider faced by venturing into clan territory.
So, on a bright new-leaf day, the patched Rogue sprawled on possibly the most visited, most fought over piece of clan land. Ever strategic, she dozed on the highest stone in sight. Sure, she was easily spotted by any coming near but in case of a fight she would have guaranteed high ground. The residual heat in the flat stones quickly made her drowsy and her attention lapsed. Her eyes drifted closed without worry. She could easily handle nearly any intruder.
tag(s): open notes: Sleepy Hera is adorable
