Post by alee on Dec 9, 2015 7:43:38 GMT
A mere hour ago a warm sun had radiated high on the horizon, turning the heavens molten orange and sending wavy bands of deep red rippling across the remainder of blue sky. It had been such a peaceful sight, one that Chipmunktooth would constantly observe, hauling his hefty weight up the highest tree by the edge of camp and perching upon a thick bough to watch the rapidly dying sunset. It was almost uncharacteristic of the dark tabby tomcat, known for his loud voice, cheery nature and dry humor; indeed, he was hardly known as the quiet type, and he almost looked out of place as he perched high in the treetops, tail swinging rhythmically with the breeze, eyes intent on the beautiful view before him; silent, and indisputably at peace.
Now, with the sun far below the distant mountain precipices, and the waning quarter moon light shining its watery pale glow down onto the camp, the tom still refused to climb down. His amber eyes were closed and his ears were pinned back - not in disturbance, or agitation, but in an almost calm, tranquil meditation. A soft wind rippled his fluffy pelt, and tickled the downy fur within his ears. A small smile crossed his muzzle.
Perhaps Chipmunktooth's ritual was his own way of gathering his thoughts, and admiring the long day wind down to its end. Or maybe he simply liked the pretty sight, of a hot and beating sun replaced by the cool, eerie quiet of darkness. Peering up at the millions of stars glittering deeply like diamonds studded in the heavens, he tried to count how many were up there - although of course he soon found himself giving up. He sighed, admiring and attempting to understand just how many warriors lay sprawled and relaxing up there, high above Silverpelt, looking down at him at this very moment. A fond purr rumbled deep in his maw.
tikker ♪ ♫
i finally did it
Now, with the sun far below the distant mountain precipices, and the waning quarter moon light shining its watery pale glow down onto the camp, the tom still refused to climb down. His amber eyes were closed and his ears were pinned back - not in disturbance, or agitation, but in an almost calm, tranquil meditation. A soft wind rippled his fluffy pelt, and tickled the downy fur within his ears. A small smile crossed his muzzle.
Perhaps Chipmunktooth's ritual was his own way of gathering his thoughts, and admiring the long day wind down to its end. Or maybe he simply liked the pretty sight, of a hot and beating sun replaced by the cool, eerie quiet of darkness. Peering up at the millions of stars glittering deeply like diamonds studded in the heavens, he tried to count how many were up there - although of course he soon found himself giving up. He sighed, admiring and attempting to understand just how many warriors lay sprawled and relaxing up there, high above Silverpelt, looking down at him at this very moment. A fond purr rumbled deep in his maw.
tikker ♪ ♫
