Post by Jess on Nov 29, 2007 22:09:19 GMT -5
((Don't ask about the title, the other places I'm on make fancy titles like that, and I think it looks cool. XD))
Thunder rumbled in the distance as the rain poured down, wetting Cedarstar's pelt. The ash colored tom looked around frantically, his pelt darker than night in its dampness. He longed to find his small, snug den, and his warm bed of moss he had just left, but could not find shelter anywhere. He was surrounded by unfamiliar trees, and stranded in a strange forest unlike his own back in SycamoreClan territory. Lost, cold, and wet, Cedarstar stumbled along, his paws refusing to move from the spot he was currently on. Finally, he managed to move faster and was soon racing through the woods at high speed, trying to find dry shelter.
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Cedarstar woke up. He was back in his den, nice and warm. Glancing around, he noticed a rabbit lying not far away; an apprentice must have left it for him while he was sleeping. The tom, back to his normal dark gray, sat up and hunched over over the fresh-kill. He would have to eat it now before it turned to crowfood, because he would forget and come back to a stinky den at Moonrise. Once the rabbit had disappeared and his stomach was full, he gave his chest a few quick licks, and drew his paw over his ear a couple of times before padding out of his den. The sunlight was warming up the clearing, and he realized he had slept longer than he had intended. It already sunhigh! Or close to it. Giving his pelt a quick shake, dis[atching tiny bits of moss, he walked towards the center of the camp. He noticed the hunting patrol wasn't back yet, seeing the fresh-kill pile had no fresh-kill, not from this morning at least. The dawn patrol, however, had arrived and another patrol was heading out; Cedarstar had assigned an extra patrol, so they had three a day. This was only because a fox had been scented a few days before, and the extra patrol was only temperary, until the fox was long gone from SycamoreClan territory.
Thunder rumbled in the distance as the rain poured down, wetting Cedarstar's pelt. The ash colored tom looked around frantically, his pelt darker than night in its dampness. He longed to find his small, snug den, and his warm bed of moss he had just left, but could not find shelter anywhere. He was surrounded by unfamiliar trees, and stranded in a strange forest unlike his own back in SycamoreClan territory. Lost, cold, and wet, Cedarstar stumbled along, his paws refusing to move from the spot he was currently on. Finally, he managed to move faster and was soon racing through the woods at high speed, trying to find dry shelter.
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Cedarstar woke up. He was back in his den, nice and warm. Glancing around, he noticed a rabbit lying not far away; an apprentice must have left it for him while he was sleeping. The tom, back to his normal dark gray, sat up and hunched over over the fresh-kill. He would have to eat it now before it turned to crowfood, because he would forget and come back to a stinky den at Moonrise. Once the rabbit had disappeared and his stomach was full, he gave his chest a few quick licks, and drew his paw over his ear a couple of times before padding out of his den. The sunlight was warming up the clearing, and he realized he had slept longer than he had intended. It already sunhigh! Or close to it. Giving his pelt a quick shake, dis[atching tiny bits of moss, he walked towards the center of the camp. He noticed the hunting patrol wasn't back yet, seeing the fresh-kill pile had no fresh-kill, not from this morning at least. The dawn patrol, however, had arrived and another patrol was heading out; Cedarstar had assigned an extra patrol, so they had three a day. This was only because a fox had been scented a few days before, and the extra patrol was only temperary, until the fox was long gone from SycamoreClan territory.
