cold winds [ closed ] Nov 30, 2015 10:33:11 GMT -5
Post by Leopardheart on Nov 30, 2015 10:33:11 GMT -5
The air was crisp and cold with light winds brushing through the camp with ease, the well insulated dens blocking all hints of leaf bare out. The warriors lay coiled in their nests, Leopardheart pushed to the perimeter lay with his long tail drawn up in front of his nose with his eyes squeezed shut, reluctant to open and accept that they morning had finally come after a warm night in the warriors den surrounded by his clan mates. His large body filled the entire nest, pushing against his neighbours unintentionally. Memories of the fight with Thunderclan replayed in his mind like a bad nightmare, he couldn't deny that he was disappointed in how he reacted. Being unusually friendly toward most cats, and disapproving of fighting instead talking to solve the clan problems and yet he had lost his temper and acted so violently. He opened his eyes slowly, determined to rid himself of his negative thoughts by doing something. Leopardheart was not a tom who would pity himself easily, he was aware of his mistakes and promised himself to never repeat it. Pushing himself up using his fore legs to take most of his weight before carefully making his way out of the warriors nest. He had noticed how much easier it was to leave the warriors den than they apprentice den, less limbs sprawled across the floor, the older cats had themselves tucked in neatly to their own spaces in attempt to keep the cold out.
Leopardheart pushed through the den entrance with ease, his long legs carrying him toward the freshkill pile at a slow pace. His tail swayed back and forth calmly as he picked up a limp rabbit and carrying toward the center of the camp, lying down with the prey in front of him, his long tail drawn along his side as he lifted his head glancing at the sky with a sigh. His breath formed a cloud as he exhaled from exhaustion. Leafbare had just begun and prey was already becoming scarce for all clans, branches had begun to freeze slightly at the tip and most cats expected snow to come at any time now and part of him looked forward to it. The snow was pure white and truly beautiful to look at, and to see the new kits react to the white layer that would soon cover the earth. The spotted cat glanced down at his food, gripping it tightly with large paws, his dew claw keeping it perfectly balanced as he tore away the beat from the bones of the rabbit quickly, finishing his meal with a yawn before glancing around the camp with curiousity. The morning had come and few cats were awake, the freshkill pile was smaller than usual and there would normally be patrols being organised at this time, but the clearing remained comfortably silent.
Leopardheart stood up calmly, digging a hole in the ground before pushing the bones into it, it was an unusual thing to do, but a habbit he had picked up from his mentor moons ago, recalling the words spoken by the old warrior, "We bury our warriors, but not those who give us life, I feel to bury them shows respect.". Even Leopardheart knew his way of thinking was bizarre, but he truly admired his mentor and began following in his unusual methods. Leopardheart stood without purpose wondering if he should wake some of his clanmates for a small hunting patrol, or if he should just wait for someone else to take charge and organise one.words|| 595
other|| this is sucky sorry