Post by Firetheory on May 14, 2009 0:37:32 GMT -5
Firetheory hadn't seen Shadowstreak since earlier on in the day. After he had volunteered for the patrol, and then went out to hunt, it wasn't until after sundown that Firetheory finally returned, pawsore but happy, with a rabbit and some mice.
But, it was already becoming late at night, and Firetheory hadn't wanted to disturb her sleep, which is what Firetheory assumed she had been doing when he arrived. With a flick of his tail, he swept out of the loud waterfall, enjoying the mild weather as the wind brushed through his wet fur. It felt good on his paws, and it felt good to finally give himself some freedom after the long day of hard work. He never imagined Clan life would be this hard, afterall.
He stretched out his muscles, buried underneath now wet and flattened red fur, normally fluffy and thick. And, with quiet solitude, he loped easily across the meadows and plains until he came across the Tall Oak. He would never had been able to sleep anyways, as he scaled the first several feet onto a steady branch. There was no wind to distract him, but he wouldn't have been able to pay attention anyways. The idea that he now had a mate, or at least was... courting, if that was the word, was something he never thought he'd have come across in his life. And, it was with Shadowstreak, an idea he certainly didn't reject. On the contrary, he enjoyed the thoughts of him and Shadowstreak.
Lightly purring, he settled on a thick part of the branch with his paws tucked underneath his fur, his orange tail dangling off the edge of the branch, twitching lightly.
This was the good life.
But, it was already becoming late at night, and Firetheory hadn't wanted to disturb her sleep, which is what Firetheory assumed she had been doing when he arrived. With a flick of his tail, he swept out of the loud waterfall, enjoying the mild weather as the wind brushed through his wet fur. It felt good on his paws, and it felt good to finally give himself some freedom after the long day of hard work. He never imagined Clan life would be this hard, afterall.
He stretched out his muscles, buried underneath now wet and flattened red fur, normally fluffy and thick. And, with quiet solitude, he loped easily across the meadows and plains until he came across the Tall Oak. He would never had been able to sleep anyways, as he scaled the first several feet onto a steady branch. There was no wind to distract him, but he wouldn't have been able to pay attention anyways. The idea that he now had a mate, or at least was... courting, if that was the word, was something he never thought he'd have come across in his life. And, it was with Shadowstreak, an idea he certainly didn't reject. On the contrary, he enjoyed the thoughts of him and Shadowstreak.
Lightly purring, he settled on a thick part of the branch with his paws tucked underneath his fur, his orange tail dangling off the edge of the branch, twitching lightly.
This was the good life.
