Post by skyy and her socks on Nov 29, 2015 14:02:07 GMT
She could feel the morning in her bones, and they weren’t even outside like usual. The dirt and wet of the old tunnel entrance clung to the inside of her nose, a reminder of the shower that had banished them all to shelter, rather than the usual place right under the stars. She had to admit, it annoyed her. She had that spot next to the gorse perfect for soaking up morning heat. Slowly, pale green eyes opened, narrowed toward the entrance that she’d ended up stuffed next to. The low light of dawn took her by surprise, a low groan buried deep in her throat. Oh no way, it was way too early to be awake.
Why was she even conscious? Was it all the heat of the bodies, the different scents that were stronger than usual? Or maybe the fact it was quite constricting, stuck in a den. How did other clans live like that? … Wait, she knew exactly what the issue was. Redstar was nowhere near by. Cindermist opened her eyes properly, lowering her ears against her skull, whiskers twitching. She usually slept pretty close to her best friend after all, this was just weird. Her sleep-ridden mind though, knew how to fix the issue. Slowly, she freed her tangled limbs from each other, and stumbled into an upright position, swaying slightly.
She only just avoided whacking the nearby cats with her tail, and stumbling she almost fell straight onto Swiftfoot. But through a bit of hopping she avoided that life ending situation. Cindermist let out a breath of relief, and forced herself forward. High-settled, pale clouds covered the sky, dimming the light considerably. Oh man, so this was what morning was like. Why did cats like it? She wrinkled her nose, and stumbled forward, forcing her way across the clearing. Did this grow in length over night? StarClan what are you doing to me? Soon enough, that would change. She was determined.
Of course, stumbling her way along, she did take the time to pause at the fresh kill pile. It was tempting after all, before anyone got up and noticed. But, well, one look told her everything she needed to know, and she wrinkled her nose. It was all wet, just like the ground under-paw. It was seriously gross. Why did water coming from the sky have to be a thing? Couldn’t it just appear in the rivers and pools and stuff automatically or something? Okay, maybe that was a stupid idea. That was what being up early did to her. She shook her head, and force herself onward, long lanky limbs barely moving together as she finally reached the rarely used leader’s den.
Well, it was morning, and hey it was a chance to make a point to Redstar.
She didn’t bother to show any sort of consideration for the leader, simply strolled right through, and with her best, most chirpy voice, she sung out, doing a little hop just inside, and bringing all four paws together, balancing almost expertly for once. “GOOOOOD MORNING, my favourite leader! The weather is absolute mousedung and mornings are the Dark Forest’s creation!” Okay, maybe that was a little loud, but like anyone else would hear her from that dumb hole in the ground.
Why was she even conscious? Was it all the heat of the bodies, the different scents that were stronger than usual? Or maybe the fact it was quite constricting, stuck in a den. How did other clans live like that? … Wait, she knew exactly what the issue was. Redstar was nowhere near by. Cindermist opened her eyes properly, lowering her ears against her skull, whiskers twitching. She usually slept pretty close to her best friend after all, this was just weird. Her sleep-ridden mind though, knew how to fix the issue. Slowly, she freed her tangled limbs from each other, and stumbled into an upright position, swaying slightly.
She only just avoided whacking the nearby cats with her tail, and stumbling she almost fell straight onto Swiftfoot. But through a bit of hopping she avoided that life ending situation. Cindermist let out a breath of relief, and forced herself forward. High-settled, pale clouds covered the sky, dimming the light considerably. Oh man, so this was what morning was like. Why did cats like it? She wrinkled her nose, and stumbled forward, forcing her way across the clearing. Did this grow in length over night? StarClan what are you doing to me? Soon enough, that would change. She was determined.
Of course, stumbling her way along, she did take the time to pause at the fresh kill pile. It was tempting after all, before anyone got up and noticed. But, well, one look told her everything she needed to know, and she wrinkled her nose. It was all wet, just like the ground under-paw. It was seriously gross. Why did water coming from the sky have to be a thing? Couldn’t it just appear in the rivers and pools and stuff automatically or something? Okay, maybe that was a stupid idea. That was what being up early did to her. She shook her head, and force herself onward, long lanky limbs barely moving together as she finally reached the rarely used leader’s den.
Well, it was morning, and hey it was a chance to make a point to Redstar.
She didn’t bother to show any sort of consideration for the leader, simply strolled right through, and with her best, most chirpy voice, she sung out, doing a little hop just inside, and bringing all four paws together, balancing almost expertly for once. “GOOOOOD MORNING, my favourite leader! The weather is absolute mousedung and mornings are the Dark Forest’s creation!” Okay, maybe that was a little loud, but like anyone else would hear her from that dumb hole in the ground.
