Post by Littlestar on Jun 26, 2013 0:25:07 GMT
Littlestar stretched his way out of his den, feeling the welcoming burn in his hind legs. They were stiff from sleeping all night, when he knew he should have gotten up to check camp borders and perhaps change the guard. He wasn't too worried about the guilt though, knowing Starlingfeather would have assigned two cats to take over anyway. But it was also his duty as a leader to know what was going on in his clan.
He muffled his yawn, knowing that he had to appear strong and well rested. He'd spent his sleep tossing and turning, knowing it was a dream from Starclan but also knowing it wasn't as important as it seemed, since they'd also let him forget it this morning. Sometimes, it was just his mother coming to visit and chat. He sometimes wondered if that was allowed, but since she never stopped and he never asked, he just assumed it was. After all, nothing bad had ever happened to his clan and there had been no omen from Starclan signalling he should quit allowing her to pad through his dreams.
He leaped deftly on to the Highrock, catching Brackenpaw trot back from the warrior's den. He wondered if it had been Foxfang or Palewhisker the new apprentice had been searching for. He's given the young tom to Foxfang for a reason. Both were well controlled cats, prefering to remain calm in situations. Foxfang had habits of being slow to answer and somewhat air brained, but Littlestar thought Brackenpaw's patience would help him accept the deep thinking warrior. Certainly neither Mosspaw or Frostpaw would have matched with Foxfang, who deserved an apprentice.
Littlestar's tail twitched as he observed his clan, feeling a deep bloom of pride erupt in his chest. Patrols were leaving, thanks to his excellent deputy, and the fresh-kill pile was on it's way to being stocked. Even as he watched, Foxfang approached his apprentice and the two left, Brackenpaw trailing closely behind his mentor. His clan was thriving in these peaceful times and life was good.
He muffled his yawn, knowing that he had to appear strong and well rested. He'd spent his sleep tossing and turning, knowing it was a dream from Starclan but also knowing it wasn't as important as it seemed, since they'd also let him forget it this morning. Sometimes, it was just his mother coming to visit and chat. He sometimes wondered if that was allowed, but since she never stopped and he never asked, he just assumed it was. After all, nothing bad had ever happened to his clan and there had been no omen from Starclan signalling he should quit allowing her to pad through his dreams.
He leaped deftly on to the Highrock, catching Brackenpaw trot back from the warrior's den. He wondered if it had been Foxfang or Palewhisker the new apprentice had been searching for. He's given the young tom to Foxfang for a reason. Both were well controlled cats, prefering to remain calm in situations. Foxfang had habits of being slow to answer and somewhat air brained, but Littlestar thought Brackenpaw's patience would help him accept the deep thinking warrior. Certainly neither Mosspaw or Frostpaw would have matched with Foxfang, who deserved an apprentice.
Littlestar's tail twitched as he observed his clan, feeling a deep bloom of pride erupt in his chest. Patrols were leaving, thanks to his excellent deputy, and the fresh-kill pile was on it's way to being stocked. Even as he watched, Foxfang approached his apprentice and the two left, Brackenpaw trailing closely behind his mentor. His clan was thriving in these peaceful times and life was good.
