Post by Fletcher on Mar 24, 2016 19:54:10 GMT
The river was covered by a thin veil of fog, gently rolling up off of the shimmering river snaking its way around the territory. Soft paw steps came from behind the odd-looking she cat as she stood by the waters edge. "Toadface, my darling, I'm so proud of you..". Turning around to see who was speaking, she had seen nothing but the grass waving in a breeze that wasn't there before.
It was chilly this morning, dew clinging to the grass made every thing sparkle under the scrutiny of the blinding sun. The she cat was thankful for days like this, clear and bright; her thick pelt helped keep out most of the chill. Padding her way up to the river's edge she remembered the words she heard in her sleep the previous night. "I'm so proud of you". Those words bounced around her round head as she stared into the barely moving river. Mornings when the river is this calm, Toadface likes to start the day out by visiting the river and listening to the blaring birdsong.
Sitting on a small rock jutting out over the bank, the sandy speckled cat began to clean her paws, muddy from the little trek to the river; Toadface decided a nice dip in the shallows could do her some good. Standing up and arching her back in a stretch, Toadface gave a fierce yawn and half waddled half strode into the cool water. Sucking in air between her teeth she gasped as the crisp water touched her belly. "Oh Great Starclan that's cold!" Her exclamation startled a few black birds from their perches on the other side of the river. Slowly wadding further into the water, Toadface got comfortable and laid down in river, allowing it lap up over her shoulders and back, leaving just her neck and head exposed to the world above the current.
It was chilly this morning, dew clinging to the grass made every thing sparkle under the scrutiny of the blinding sun. The she cat was thankful for days like this, clear and bright; her thick pelt helped keep out most of the chill. Padding her way up to the river's edge she remembered the words she heard in her sleep the previous night. "I'm so proud of you". Those words bounced around her round head as she stared into the barely moving river. Mornings when the river is this calm, Toadface likes to start the day out by visiting the river and listening to the blaring birdsong.
Sitting on a small rock jutting out over the bank, the sandy speckled cat began to clean her paws, muddy from the little trek to the river; Toadface decided a nice dip in the shallows could do her some good. Standing up and arching her back in a stretch, Toadface gave a fierce yawn and half waddled half strode into the cool water. Sucking in air between her teeth she gasped as the crisp water touched her belly. "Oh Great Starclan that's cold!" Her exclamation startled a few black birds from their perches on the other side of the river. Slowly wadding further into the water, Toadface got comfortable and laid down in river, allowing it lap up over her shoulders and back, leaving just her neck and head exposed to the world above the current.
