Post by darkmoon on Mar 24, 2009 18:49:47 GMT -5
((Excuse me if I have done this wrong somehow. 
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Blink. Blink-blink. The waking cat raised her bleary head out of the dent in her mossy nest, casting around dumbly, sleep robbing her brain of function. Light filtered dimly through the branches that covered the warriors den, dappling in faint patterns over the sleeping cats inside. Coming slowly into her surroundings, Lilyheart got to her paws and stretched, working the stiffness from her limbs and the kinks out of her spine. She shook briefly to rid herself of the moss that clung to her pelt, and then stepped lightly to the entrance of the den and outside.
The sky above was grey and dull, the clouds enviously hiding the sun from the forest below. Lilyheart identified the time as early morning, just after dawn. She looked quietly around, noting that the darkened camp was almost completely silent. But for the subtle pad of her pawsteps, there was no movement from any of the other dens; the camp waited silently for day, cringing warily from the ominous clouds above. She gathered from the quiet that the dawn patrol had already left, and cast her seeking eyes to the pile of fresh-kill, where a few stale mice and a stiffened robin lay, stagnating in the chill air of morning. Briefly Lilyheart considered taking a morsel, and decided against it. There was time in the day to hunt for herself, and catch fresher prey than those.
But night had not yet released her from its clinging grasp, and the day promised to creep slowly over the forest, shrouded blindly in grasping clouds that beaded on leaves and fogged in the air. Stiffly the waking feline sat, curling her tail around her paws and waiting for another to wake. Perhaps where dawn could not push away the gloom from the dreary day, another cat could.
))Blink. Blink-blink. The waking cat raised her bleary head out of the dent in her mossy nest, casting around dumbly, sleep robbing her brain of function. Light filtered dimly through the branches that covered the warriors den, dappling in faint patterns over the sleeping cats inside. Coming slowly into her surroundings, Lilyheart got to her paws and stretched, working the stiffness from her limbs and the kinks out of her spine. She shook briefly to rid herself of the moss that clung to her pelt, and then stepped lightly to the entrance of the den and outside.
The sky above was grey and dull, the clouds enviously hiding the sun from the forest below. Lilyheart identified the time as early morning, just after dawn. She looked quietly around, noting that the darkened camp was almost completely silent. But for the subtle pad of her pawsteps, there was no movement from any of the other dens; the camp waited silently for day, cringing warily from the ominous clouds above. She gathered from the quiet that the dawn patrol had already left, and cast her seeking eyes to the pile of fresh-kill, where a few stale mice and a stiffened robin lay, stagnating in the chill air of morning. Briefly Lilyheart considered taking a morsel, and decided against it. There was time in the day to hunt for herself, and catch fresher prey than those.
But night had not yet released her from its clinging grasp, and the day promised to creep slowly over the forest, shrouded blindly in grasping clouds that beaded on leaves and fogged in the air. Stiffly the waking feline sat, curling her tail around her paws and waiting for another to wake. Perhaps where dawn could not push away the gloom from the dreary day, another cat could.