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Post by SUPERSTITION`♫ on Sept 22, 2011 22:11:22 GMT -5
``Stormstar
------thunderclan leader
An internal alarm woke the tom, who opened his eyes and yawned, folding his ears backward. He inhaled deeply, savoring his den, hidden behind the lichen, that also provided shade on hot days. He had not been in this den long, but thought that he could still smell the scent of Berrystar, the leader previous to him.
He caught a trace of that scent now, and his ears pricked, then flattened. He should know not to get his spirits high when he scented her. It was difficult at times sleeping in the same spot she had been in.
He stretched, hindquarters and back legs first, looking like he was offering to play with his chest touching the floor and his rear end in the air. His tail curled as he stood as tall as he could, arching his back in a long stretch. He flexed his claws, and began to groom his long grey fur. He pushed passed the lichen, and took a quick survey of the camp.
There were a couple senior warriors out an about, an elder making their way back from the dirt pile, and the warrior on watch heading to the warrior's den for some much needed rest. The camp was still quiet by definition, so Stormstar decided to gather a small hunting patrol to catch freshkill for the early risers.
He sat at the bottom of High Ledge and glanced around for clanmates who would want to volunteer. As he waited, Stormstar stretched a little bit more, getting more kinks out of his joints, and putting his fur back into place from sleeping in his nest. His side was kind of sore. He would ask an apprentice to get some moss, if there were any left over from redoing the elders and the nursery that morning.
word count;; 287
notes;; First post in the TC camp!!! (: *win* |
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