Post by Deleted on Mar 11, 2016 4:55:15 GMT
It had been raining that morning, much to the surprise of the Clan who had been experiencing a much needed dry spell after the drenching of Leaf-Bare and the melting crisp mornings. Sorrelfur had always loved the rain in her youth and even now as it played tricks on her rickety bones she still appreciated the smells and sights that each downfall brought. Luckily, it was not that heavy so that the ground was sticky but the mossy earth still retained a damp, spongy texure which tickled her toes as the tortie steadily made her way from the Elders den to the outskirts of the Camp. She had been excited for many days since Oakshade had promised her a leisurely stroll along the borders in celebration of their many moons together as mates. It was on this day, many many moons ago that he had serenaded her into submission and made their partnership official much to the delight of the rest of the Clan. She could still remember the looks of ‘finally’ when they announced it later that evening.
It didn’t surprise her that he was late coming. She had not woken up to find him snuggling up to her as per usual for most mornings so she assumed he had left to get something to eat (or maybe even snuck off to fetch her a daisy she thought with hope). Oakshade had never really lost that part of himself that she had grown to love, he was forever still a gentleman and despite his advancing age and what came with it – he never failed to call her beautiful even when her gorgeous pelt began to fade and yellow with time. He would tell her that her eyes sparkled like stars even when they began to fail on her and the daffodil yellow faded to a sad yolky pollen. She teased him relentlessly in return but to be honest, in her eyes he hadn’t even aged a day. The little cat sighed, lost in her reminiscing thoughts and took a seat next to a half-fallen tree which the two used to climb upright in their youth and started to groom herself lazily in her wait.
