by Hopeflower » Sat Jul 03, 2010 5:32 pm
Lightstorm was curled up comfortably in the den, but wasn't really sleeping. He'd been woken by Mudswirl's and Riverstone's conversation, and a storm of bittersweet memories was clouding his mind. He curled the tip of his fluffy tail over his nose, wondering if he should go on pretending to sleep or get up.
Swift, though, was stretched out beside the entrance to the warriors' den. Giving one paw a lick, he started grooming his ears, eyes half-closed. His stomach gave a growl, reminding him he hadn't eaten yet, but he decided to wait and see if he wasn't needed before taking something from the fresh-kill pile. The chill in the air made his whiskers quiver. Leaf-fall, it seemed, was about ready to give way to leaf-bare. Prey would get scarcer, and he just hoped that wouldn't tempt the already aggressive rogues to stray into StormClan territory for a meal. It was going to be hard enough to support themselves without worrying about prey-stealers, not to mention the threat of illness that leaf-bare always brought.
"Gotta have a little sadness once in a while so you know when the good times come."
"Talent is a pursued interest. In other words, anything that you're willing to practice, you can do." ~ Bob Ross
"The future is always uncertain and painful but it must be lived." ~ Unknown