Post by ame on Jan 18, 2016 23:03:38 GMT
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PATCHCLOUD
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That's why we won't back down; we won't run and hide
Yeah, 'cause these are the things that we can't deny
I'm passing over you like a satellite
So catch me if I fall
Patchcloud was pleasantly awoken by the warmth of dappled sunlight on his fur. He stirred in his nest, savoring the gentle heat on his ginger and white pelt. But despite the warmth of the sunlight and the mossy nest that supported him, the tom grew more and more alert and awake, and unable to find a comfortable position again, he stretched his forepaws. With a sneeze he stood and leaned forward, stretching his hind legs before exiting the quiet den.
It was just barely sunhigh, and Patchcloud was unsurprised to find he had slept so late. He had spent much of the night sniffling and coughing, as he frequently did in newleaf, and hadn’t slept well as a result. It was nothing new for him, though he did feel slightly guilty about waking up so late, even if he didn’t have any duties to attend to. It had been about a moon since his official change in rank and his early retirement to the elder’s den, but he wasn’t quite used to the change yet.
The tom paused to stretch again. Well, there was surely something useful he could be doing to make up for his late awakening. After all, just because he was an elder didn’t mean he had to lie around and complain about his joints aching like some of the others! There was plenty he could still do, he thought cheerfully to himself. Entertaining the kits was always a favorite of his; they were often bright and outgoing, and he was sure the queens appreciated the break every now and then. Or perhaps he could accompany out an apprentice or a warrior on a brief hunting trip, something to keep them company.
Before anything though, Patchcloud realized as a faint pang hit his stomach, he needed to eat something. With a skip in his step (and a slight sniffle), the elder padded over to the fresh-kill pile. He picked himself out a robin- one of his favorite treats, and the down feathers could be used to make nests more comfortable- before settling down again just outside of the elder’s den. Patchcloud plucked the feathers from the bird’s chest meticulously before taking a bite of it, chewing slowly while he brainstormed more ideas on how to be productive
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Open to any SkyClan~!
Quixotic of GS