Post by Yoko on Dec 13, 2010 23:03:25 GMT -6
The sky was clear and the night air was crisp in his lungs. It was a quiet night, oddly so with such warm weather. A slight breeze russled the short gold fur as the tom crept from the underbrush. Although he had taken the necessary precautions, standing downwind, being excessively quiet, and scenting the air every few seconds, he could not help the prickle of worry in his fur. He was generally a very carefree tom. In fact, his heart was pounding with excitement for the adventure, short as it may be, that he was about to take. However, his trouble lay with the thought of Littlestream. He did not want to get her into trouble with this silly suggestion of his. Meeting this way would definitely be looked down upon by all of their clanmates.
What harm can it do? We're only friends...and if any of them felt this way about a cat, I would completely understand.
With a firmer, thundering, heart, the golden tom slid out further from the bushes and padded across the two-leg bridge. As he neared the other end it was clear no stray patrol was going to leap out and attack him. And why should they? These were peaceful times...All he had to look forward to was a certain silver tabby on the other side. He sniffed the air and caught no smell of her. Was she this good at hiding, or was she standing him up? He had never had to deal with she-cats before. The toms of ThunderClan talked about them as if they were un-catlike creatures, mysterious, beautiful, and treacherous. Littlestream did not seem that way at all to him...
I shall simply have to wait, Rabbitheart thought with a small smile.
What harm can it do? We're only friends...and if any of them felt this way about a cat, I would completely understand.
With a firmer, thundering, heart, the golden tom slid out further from the bushes and padded across the two-leg bridge. As he neared the other end it was clear no stray patrol was going to leap out and attack him. And why should they? These were peaceful times...All he had to look forward to was a certain silver tabby on the other side. He sniffed the air and caught no smell of her. Was she this good at hiding, or was she standing him up? He had never had to deal with she-cats before. The toms of ThunderClan talked about them as if they were un-catlike creatures, mysterious, beautiful, and treacherous. Littlestream did not seem that way at all to him...
I shall simply have to wait, Rabbitheart thought with a small smile.