Post by Roxie ! on Sept 30, 2006 15:48:24 GMT -5
A sleek black and white tom slunk quietly through the forest, all senses alert. Sky-blue optics were widened intently, ebony harks pricked.His small black nose twitched, causing his whiskers to quiver slightly. His scent, once bearing the wreak of two-legs and kitty-pets, now held WindClan's light odor of wind,rain, and dew on the clouds, as well as the scent of the moorlands.
Drover, deputy of WindClan, padded silently along the borders of Fourtrees. He was on patrol today, and Fourtrees was the ideal starting point. Claws dug into the soft ground that formed a hillside, a slope which led down to The Clan's meeting place. And if Drover looked back on this moment, he'd never be able to figure out why, but somehow, his paws led him down into the clearing.
Startled, Drover glanced around. The heavens were painted red and orange, a sunset. The four great Oaks thet formed Fourtrees' shadows now loomed over the clearing, shading densley.Only slithers of golden sunlight shone through, and only speckles of the firey sky slipped through the canopy. The WindClan deputy came to a stop next to the Great Rock, alert.
The clearing was silent. The distant birdsong and the shuffling of careless prey seemed so far away now. Without the usual bustling of all four Clans at the Gatherings he was used to, the clearing seemed so...silent. Drover's gaze traveled to the sky, where a single star, the first of the night, could be seen.StarClan really does hold this place sacred. He murmered softly.
Born a kitty-pet, Drover had to work harder than most to proove loyalty to WindClan, let alone become deputy(which he could still barely believe).But he also didn't take StarClan for granted,like the other forest cats did. They were so...mysterious and amazing. And he wondered about them all the time.
Drover, deputy of WindClan, padded silently along the borders of Fourtrees. He was on patrol today, and Fourtrees was the ideal starting point. Claws dug into the soft ground that formed a hillside, a slope which led down to The Clan's meeting place. And if Drover looked back on this moment, he'd never be able to figure out why, but somehow, his paws led him down into the clearing.
Startled, Drover glanced around. The heavens were painted red and orange, a sunset. The four great Oaks thet formed Fourtrees' shadows now loomed over the clearing, shading densley.Only slithers of golden sunlight shone through, and only speckles of the firey sky slipped through the canopy. The WindClan deputy came to a stop next to the Great Rock, alert.
The clearing was silent. The distant birdsong and the shuffling of careless prey seemed so far away now. Without the usual bustling of all four Clans at the Gatherings he was used to, the clearing seemed so...silent. Drover's gaze traveled to the sky, where a single star, the first of the night, could be seen.StarClan really does hold this place sacred. He murmered softly.
Born a kitty-pet, Drover had to work harder than most to proove loyalty to WindClan, let alone become deputy(which he could still barely believe).But he also didn't take StarClan for granted,like the other forest cats did. They were so...mysterious and amazing. And he wondered about them all the time.
