Everything will be Alright - [closed] Sept 5, 2015 20:53:15 GMT -5
Post by Swiftheart on Sept 5, 2015 20:53:15 GMT -5
Swiftheart's paws lead her to the the warm clearing atop the scorched hill, a little ways from the Windclan camp. She liked to be away from the excited, talkative clan when it was noon like this, and everyone was all together in the clearing, chatting and sharing tongues. Windclan had had it easy this season, and they enjoyed some peace and quiet for once. No Thunderclan or Riverclan overstepped their borders, at least it seemed on the surface. Swiftheart greatly welcomed the peace, and hoped it would stay for many moons to come. She had expected Ashfeather to have arrived at the camp by now, but his dawn hunting patrol had run just a bit late in returning. So Swiftheart had left on her own. She used to be more spunky during her apprenticeship, but she had always been on the quieter side, preferring to let others do the chattering and only speaking when necessary. Now the standards of a warrior had toned her into a mature, soft-spoken she-cat.
Swiftheart had felt sluggish and tired for the past quarter-moon, but that never kept her from running her fastest or working her hardest on her warrior duties. She hadn't told anyone about it except Ashfeather and the medicine cat who already knew and was the first to tell her: the fact that she was expecting Ashfeather's kits. Swiftheart wanted to keep it a secret for as long as possible so that she wouldn't attract any looks or words of concern from her clanmates when she chose to remain in the warrior life. Eventually anyway, she would have to spend time in the nursery, but she knew that once she started showing, no one would force her to overwork herself or stay all day long in the nursery until the kitting was expected to draw near.
The soon-to-be labeled "queen" lay down on her side, basking in the direct sunlight with her pale fur. It was a privilege she delighted in only due to her white fur, because a dark-furred cat could only dream of sunbathing in direct sunlight during greenleaf. In a few moments, she had dozed off halfway into sleep, all senses except sight remaining on alert of her surroundings. Maybe if Ashfeather returned, he would follow her scent trail here from the camp.
somehow writing about sunbathing is not making me warmer D': ★ 386 words ★ Ashfeather tagged