Post by ` r i v e r on Apr 6, 2016 6:12:01 GMT
THE day was unusually crisp for the time of year, a cold nip worming its way under coats already thinned from leaf bare. Overcast painted a monotone covering over camp, sun tucked away deeply behind a velvety sheet of grey. The wind was especially dastardly, relentlessly whistling through the evergreen soldiers standing tall along ShadowClan territory. Many cats were nestled deep within their dens, tails tucked over their noses and flank to flank with closest comrade, waiting out the biting day. Spring had been springing, accompanied by the expected, jovial tendencies of the season. Cats began rising earlier, joking more frequently, and easing up on the harshness that was typical of the colder moons. Prey would become abundant once again. The earth would soon turn over a new leaf and welcome the upcoming defrost with open, beckoning arms. Hence, the sudden regression in temperatures felt like more of a blow to the morale then a simple cold snap. The mood seemed to slow in the dreariness of the day, sapped of the energy encouraged by sunshine and new beginnings.
SO, naturally, Asterstripe had been out of camp all morning, hunting at a slow, leisurely pace ungoverned by time constraints. Weather always had a way of baffling Asterstripe. The way it changed so abruptly, from warmth to frost, from beaming sunshine to sinister swirls of looming clouds. The coming of a storm felt unstoppable, deeply out of the control of mere clan cats. She admired such power, felt drawn to the more extreme forms it manifested into. When Aster was an apprentice, young and reckless, she had left camp alone in pursuit of the changing weather, wanting to find her way to an open clearing where she could better take in the spectacle. Such storm grew in brevity and strength much quicker than she had anticipated and soon rain was coming down in sheets, the gusts of wind disorientating the young tabby she-cat until she was pitifully lost. Swallowflight, luckily, located her apprentice after a frantic search, berating the young cat while simultaneously oozing relief. Aster was shaking from the cold, drenched from head to tail tip, but remarkably calm and curiously pleased. Nature was a curious pleasure, after all, and Aster had retained such wonder about the mystery of the skies into her adult life.
HER expedition on this day had consisted mainly of running, carried by the wind so much so that she felt she just might lift off the forest floor into the clouds; come out on the other side to blinding light and fluffy whisps of downy white. The fantasy made her breathless more so than the brisk pace she was keeping, the chill merely a background noise in the symphony that was her wandering mind. The hunt had produced a sizeable haul, considering how the task itself was more of an afterthought, and the she-cat, padding into the ShadowClan camp, deposited her kill onto the prey pile, nodding half-heartedly to passerbys on her way in. She chose a vole and settled into the cool flooring. The clearing still seemed to lack the certain electricity that daily clan flutterings usually produced. But maybe it was her imagination.
A crow reared its grotesque head to the skies, letting out a strangled sound that made her fix her eyes on the thing, perched on a low branch above her. It looked forlorn, singing a sad song to anyone who would listen. Curious gaze became transfixed on the ugly bird, thoughts travelling deeply inwards and far out of reach to any of her clan mates.
notes: ♔ ferocious werepup feeling kinda blue I have no idea where this will go but yay family fun
SO, naturally, Asterstripe had been out of camp all morning, hunting at a slow, leisurely pace ungoverned by time constraints. Weather always had a way of baffling Asterstripe. The way it changed so abruptly, from warmth to frost, from beaming sunshine to sinister swirls of looming clouds. The coming of a storm felt unstoppable, deeply out of the control of mere clan cats. She admired such power, felt drawn to the more extreme forms it manifested into. When Aster was an apprentice, young and reckless, she had left camp alone in pursuit of the changing weather, wanting to find her way to an open clearing where she could better take in the spectacle. Such storm grew in brevity and strength much quicker than she had anticipated and soon rain was coming down in sheets, the gusts of wind disorientating the young tabby she-cat until she was pitifully lost. Swallowflight, luckily, located her apprentice after a frantic search, berating the young cat while simultaneously oozing relief. Aster was shaking from the cold, drenched from head to tail tip, but remarkably calm and curiously pleased. Nature was a curious pleasure, after all, and Aster had retained such wonder about the mystery of the skies into her adult life.
HER expedition on this day had consisted mainly of running, carried by the wind so much so that she felt she just might lift off the forest floor into the clouds; come out on the other side to blinding light and fluffy whisps of downy white. The fantasy made her breathless more so than the brisk pace she was keeping, the chill merely a background noise in the symphony that was her wandering mind. The hunt had produced a sizeable haul, considering how the task itself was more of an afterthought, and the she-cat, padding into the ShadowClan camp, deposited her kill onto the prey pile, nodding half-heartedly to passerbys on her way in. She chose a vole and settled into the cool flooring. The clearing still seemed to lack the certain electricity that daily clan flutterings usually produced. But maybe it was her imagination.
A crow reared its grotesque head to the skies, letting out a strangled sound that made her fix her eyes on the thing, perched on a low branch above her. It looked forlorn, singing a sad song to anyone who would listen. Curious gaze became transfixed on the ugly bird, thoughts travelling deeply inwards and far out of reach to any of her clan mates.
notes: ♔ ferocious werepup feeling kinda blue I have no idea where this will go but yay family fun
