Post by ame on Nov 29, 2015 13:42:25 GMT
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ASTERFANG
This ain't no place for no hero.
This ain't no place for no better man.
This ain't no place for no hero
To call "home."
He didn’t mind chilly mornings in the slightest- freezing mornings were uncomfortable, yes, but not cool mornings like this. In fact, he quite enjoyed them, despite his short fur and small frame. He found that they helped wake him up, clear his mind, make him fresh for the start of a new day.
Asterfang’s warm breath misted the air as he exhaled, but leafbare’s cold had lost its bite and signs of newleaf were already starting to appear. Trees that had been bare for the past few moons were starting to sprout new leaves; some of the early-blooming shrubs and flowers were already popping up here and there around the territory. Everything was starting to come back to life, and just in time too; the warrior had been exhausted by the cold season, and this time it seemed to drag on and on.
He slowly unsheathed his claws, sinking them into the branch he was balancing on. The bark was still hard and he left faint scars and scratches in the branch as he walked. Asterfang made his way towards the narrow end of the branch, away from the trunk of the oak tree. Even for SkyClan cats, he often ventured onto thinner branches than some of the other warriors. Some attributed this to either bravery or stupidity; Asterfang just liked to point out his shorter stature and lighter weight whenever this was brought up. But the tom had to admit to himself, he did enjoy the jolt he sometimes got looking down from the branches, suspended over almost nothing but the clumped ferns, as if he were walking on air instead.
Satisfied with his position, the warrior paused, claws now fully embedded in the branch under his paws. Even with the leaves only just starting to unfurl on the trees, there were still plenty of spots with dense leaves, perfect for birds and squirrels to hide in. His hazel eyes scanned each patch carefully, waiting for his prey to betray its location by rustling the leaves. Admittedly he had never been the best tracker, and birds still had the tendency to elude him now and again, but he could definitely nab at least a squirrel or two before he headed back to camp.
NOTES;Open to any SkyClan~Quixotic of GS