Post by Sunpelt on Sept 2, 2006 21:20:34 GMT -5
With his lids closed, the golden tom could sense the sunlight filtering through the leaves the warrior's den. The chill air from leaf-fall drifted in like an old breeze. Stirring from his blissfull sleep, the warrior stretched, then stood, his mouth yawning revealing strong, pointed teeth. Shaking the moss that padded the den from his sleek fur, Sunpelt removed himself from the middle of the shelter, stepping lightly over sleepy bodies till he left them and their warm clan smell behind and entered a new unworldy place. Mist clung to the camp like a blanket of leaf mold. Even the Great Oak, the largest tree that was the heart of the camp, was shrouded in a land of mystery. Bright, amber eyes took this all in, and with a final shake of his fog-soaked pelt, began to was the remaining scraps of moss away.
the warrior's den. The chill air from leaf-fall drifted in like an old breeze. Stirring from his blissfull sleep, the warrior stretched, then stood, his mouth yawning revealing strong, pointed teeth. Shaking the moss that padded the den from his sleek fur, Sunpelt removed himself from the middle of the shelter, stepping lightly over sleepy bodies till he left them and their warm clan smell behind and entered a new unworldy place. Mist clung to the camp like a blanket of leaf mold. Even the Great Oak, the largest tree that was the heart of the camp, was shrouded in a land of mystery. Bright, amber eyes took this all in, and with a final shake of his fog-soaked pelt, began to was the remaining scraps of moss away.
Golden tendrils of light glanced through the openings of the branches, providing ample light now for the waking world of the woods. Squinting in this sudden heavenly realm of light, Sunpelt sat and watched the mist begin to evaporate, before he stood and steadily paced to the nearest hole that lead inside the Great Oak. Once inside, the tom grabbed a juicy-looking vole from the fresh-kill pile, then turned and strolled right on back to the warrior's den. Back outside in the chill air, Sunpelt shivered, but soon the sun bled into his fur and warmed his blood as he began his mornings feast...
the warrior's den. The chill air from leaf-fall drifted in like an old breeze. Stirring from his blissfull sleep, the warrior stretched, then stood, his mouth yawning revealing strong, pointed teeth. Shaking the moss that padded the den from his sleek fur, Sunpelt removed himself from the middle of the shelter, stepping lightly over sleepy bodies till he left them and their warm clan smell behind and entered a new unworldy place. Mist clung to the camp like a blanket of leaf mold. Even the Great Oak, the largest tree that was the heart of the camp, was shrouded in a land of mystery. Bright, amber eyes took this all in, and with a final shake of his fog-soaked pelt, began to was the remaining scraps of moss away.
Golden tendrils of light glanced through the openings of the branches, providing ample light now for the waking world of the woods. Squinting in this sudden heavenly realm of light, Sunpelt sat and watched the mist begin to evaporate, before he stood and steadily paced to the nearest hole that lead inside the Great Oak. Once inside, the tom grabbed a juicy-looking vole from the fresh-kill pile, then turned and strolled right on back to the warrior's den. Back outside in the chill air, Sunpelt shivered, but soon the sun bled into his fur and warmed his blood as he began his mornings feast...
