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Post by velmarox on Jan 31, 2010 11:43:26 GMT -5
[glow=red,2,300]; ; Ravenpelt ; ; [/glow] Ravenpelt feels the wind slip through the warrior den entry way. Her emerald eye blinked open from the deep slumber. She felt the moss beneath her. Collecting her senses together, she got up slowly, beginning to stretch.
"No work today." She purred under her breath. The moor outside the wind clan camp was whispering to itself as she smiled. As she looked around then den, it was deserted. She was late to awaken, but all was well. As she curl back up into her moss, she began to purr, satisfied with the day so far.
As Ravenpelt lay her head back on the moss she almost felt guilty she wasn't helping. Did she need to learn to relax? What was wrong with her? She frowned a bit to her overreaction. She was having a mini panic-attack in her mind, all over her not doing anything today. Her long tail swished around her body, almost in a aggravated way.
"I guess I am just bored" She said to herself. This made her purr. "Yes, I am bored!" She began to get up to stretch and do something. Her nose caught the smell of leafbare and it's wonderful scents. She smiled to herself as she began to pad out of the den.
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Heathclaw
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Post by Heathclaw on Feb 16, 2010 13:21:01 GMT -5
"Bored, are you?"
Rustlestar stood outside of the warrior's den, waiting for his latest-rising warrior to walk out. His tail twitched once or twice as Ravenpelt emerged from her den, although he didn't move from his spot.
"You might not have been assigned to any patrols, but that's no excuse for sleeping in like a slug. Cats of WindClan won't be doing that while I'm in charge," said Rustlestar sternly.
He turned, motioning with his tail for Ravenpelt to follow. "Just because you don't have any work to do, doesn't mean that you still can't help out the clan. I'm going to do some battle training. You'll be helping, of course," he said, in a voice that brooked no argument.
The cool, brisk wind of leafbare blew across his fur as he walked, pushing it out to one side. The skies were clear today, which was a rare occurance, but one that Rustlestar was glad for. He had a lot of thing on his mind since their first gathering. It would be a relief to take his mind off of the troubles of leadership, at least for a little while.
He turned around, looking Ravenpelt square in the eye. "Alright. I want to see how sharp my warrior is. Come at me with all you've got." |
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