Post by ☆ Y e l l o w ☆ on Jul 26, 2010 15:59:10 GMT -6
((Totally unoriginal title. >3> [x] But I wrote the post while listening to this song. Private thread. For Kitty 030))
The afternoon sun beat down on the tom's back, still warm as ever for greenleaf. It was the hottest part of the day, and once the sun starts to set it would hopefully cool down. But the moors were alive as ever, even in the heat. A warm breeze drifted, doing little to cool the air but softly stirring the long grass and occasional trees. A strong scent of rabbit drifted past his nose, assuring that there was no shortage of prey for the sky-loving Clan. Life in WindClan was good and easy. This day had been no exception. After being tugged along on the dawn patrol by his sister, whose enthusiasm in the morning still confused him, he had done little, lounging around camp until he found an opportunity to sneak out and take his usual time by himself. It was warm but bearable, however he was still considering turning around to head back to camp. But he was nearing the RiverClan border, so he thought he'd at least check it over to make sure everything was fine and no RiverClan scent was past the border.
Getting closer to the border, he wondered about the kits that were living there now. Shadowkit and Streamkit, those had been the ones taken to RiverClan. He worried about all of the kits, even the two still in WindClan. While he wasn't particularly fond of kits, he didn't mind them and felt sorry that the siblings had to be split up. Thinking of kits, he also had noticed Mintleaf's litter becoming more active and moving around the nursery. Even with six kits gone, there were still plenty more in the nursery and he wondered who would mentor them all. He might have to mentor one, although he wasn't that thrilled with the idea. He could barely catch a rabbit and his senses weren't as acute as others in his Clan. He wouldn't be able to teach an apprentice if he barely had a grasp on warrior skills himself. Who knew, maybe he could try, but he still wasn't likely to put that much faith in himself.
Dustfur continued thinking to himself as he walked along the border, as he usually did. Glancing occasionally into RiverClan's territory, he kept a look out but was mostly lost in his own thoughts.