sunrise {open}

[c e d a r *]

Green-grey lights flashed open. The sound of quiet breathing enveloped him. The tom smiled to himself as he shook his head clear of the nights dreams. Nothing truly worth talking about. A rabbit here, a rogue there, nothing of grave importance. Dewstream was out late hunting yesterday, so he deserved a good sleeping in, seeing as he brought three pieces of prey back with him, but he just couldn't. Sleeping in for Dewstream? It rarely happened. He was always an early riser. Dewstream didn't want to sleep in, no, no there was much to do in the camp.

Sighing, the tom brought himself to all four paws. He swept his rough tongue over his mussed up silver and black tabby striped pelt and let his paws carry himself to the entrance of the warriors den. The sun was just coming up and oh how lovely it looked. He was one for the looks of nature, yes, he loved nature. The tom sighed and swept his neatly groomed forepaw over his ears, trying to get the long hair to stay down.

The colors were intense and he looked to the brightening trees and how the green stood out right at this time. If only there were others to see this. He felt like this was something worth seeing. He could only take pictures of it in his mind. No words could describe it no matter how many or how little. Beautiful, yes, that could capture it all, but it was a different kind of beauty. Enough of that, though. The day had begun. He had his moment of peace and he was off on his paws once more, searching for something to do.

But his eyes were drawn back to the sky. The lovely colors. Oh, and let's not forget the fog. The thin wisps of fog in the air drew the toms attention to the camp. How beautiful it was, weaving itself in and out of certain areas. It was tick in some areas, in in others. Beautiful, just lovely. He strongly disliked becoming mesmerized over such simple things, but at least it kept his mind busy. It was everywhere. The fog was everywhere. Another thing he loved about spring. What happened when the warm weather began to melt the snow, the fog was heavy, and that was what was happening. Nothing to him was considered boring in newleaf. Everything was beautiful. The ground, the trees, the sky. Even the sunrises and sunsets seemed much different than in winter. Clearer, sharper, the tom didn't quite know. He stopped thinking about the seasons, and focused his attention on the clearing, although he doubted it would settle there for much longer.

The sky was already dotted with pinks, purples, peaches, and a mixture of light and dark grays and blues. The colors melded, as the sun began its rise from the horizon. He was at peace, finally, and settled himself down to watch the sunrise.