alive; [alee/whitewhisker]

alive; [alee/whitewhisker] May 6, 2016 11:25:33 GMT

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Post by alee on May 6, 2016 11:25:33 GMT

(omg apologies for the delayed reply, ame! it won't happen again <3)

sleep had not come easily to whitewhisker that night. indeed, after hours of tossing and turning upon his scrambled bedding of moss, the proud skyclan warrior had barely even mustered up a wink of rest. perhaps it was the unnatural silence that had befallen the lively camp; not an owl hooted from its perch, not a snore ruffled the stale air of his den. he felt unnerved, cramped even, his muscles begging for a stretch, for a relishing dash through the trees.

glade green eyes cracked open, pupils dilating to thin slits against the hazy murk of the gloom. ah, to foxdung with it - kicking out like a squabbling rabbit wasn't going to get him anywhere. he needed fresh air, a bit of exercise...the warm pelts of his clanmates pressed in against his own, stifling, muggy, and the strong reek of the woods only taunted him out into their depths. hauling himself to his wide spread paws, the tomcat heaved a thankful breath upon emerging out into the open air of camp.

his first instinct was to look for silvershade - he could do with her comfort right about now, the warm rasp of her salmon pink tongue behind his ears. but alas she was asleep, like the rest of her clan. he hadn't the heart to wake her from such a peaceful slumber. instead his gaze roamed over the fresh kill pile, the apprentices den, the elders sleeping place - all deathfully quiet, not a peep erupting from their shadows.

and then something snagged at the corners of his vision - a fluffy, pallid ginger pelt, a scent all too familiar. lioncloud was a new warrior, mere moons younger than he. though whitewhisker hadn't socialized much with her before, he'd gathered that she was a strong-willed type. perhaps it was his curiosity of the young she-cat that drew him to follow in her gait, his steps kept quiet, his muscles taught.

he needed something to do - something to distract him from this painfully itching restlessness, something that allowed the cool fresh air of the night to sting at his lungs. as he trailed lioncloud's thick scent, his own orbs took in the rich surroundings of skyclan territory; deep shadows cast upon leaf strewn earth, moonlight seeping through the thick canopy high above. his heart swelled, a mixture of pride and respect welling from the very pit of his stomach - this was his home, his clan, and he'd never stop fighting for their honor. the dappled scenery only further reminded him of his strong love for the clan he'd been born and raised in. if only others could relish in its beauty, if only others, besides silvershade, understood that it was they whom were the best in all of the land.

if only others could see that skyclan was destined for greatness.

the tomcat abruptly came to a halt. the mingling trail of lioncloud's scent had cut off, instead leading up to a split birch tree. there, perched in its nook, sat the younger she-cat. a purr of amusement awoke in his chest.

"well, well. enjoying the night, lioncloud?" he was by her side in a moment, claws digging into chipped, weathered bark. a cool new-leaf breeze ruffled at his fur, its gentle touch tickling his sensitive nose. he shrugged his hackles, finding a more comfortable position to settle in, his back turned against the direction of the wind. a rare solemnity overtook his voice, as he followed her line of sight to the dark night sky. "you couldn't sleep either? starclan knows how long i tossed and turned in my nest, what with all these new warriors about. honestly, what i'd do to get a wink of rest nowadays..."

ame

Post by ame on Mar 17, 2016 9:48:02 GMT

Post by alee on May 6, 2016 11:25:33 GMT