Post by mushu on Jul 18, 2011 23:23:35 GMT -6
Milky, dawn light filtered through the leafy cover of the warriors' den. Viperstrike shifted restlessly in his nest, blinking drowsily. He glanced around, his heavy eyes resting on the black and white pelt he knew to be Swallowfang's. The mottled warrior nearly groaned aloud as he was reminded of the last disastrous moment he had shared with the prickly she-cat. Despite the unsuccessful hunting trip, he still wished to win her over.
Repositioning himself so he could wash mottled pelt, Viperstrike silently considered why he was at all interested in her... Swallowfang was well-known for her short temper and rude way of doing... Everything. She was beautiful, of course... But her negative attitude detracted from that.
Viperstrike stopped licking himself abruptly, his tongue sticking halfway out. He didn't have any idea as to why he was interested in her. He honestly did not know. Shutting his muzzle and refocusing his gaze on her, her flank slowly falling and rising as she slept, he felt something stir in his stomach. Twitching his ears uncomfortably, he looked away and felt his stomach gradually settle. He then redirected his gaze to the skies above the reinforced den, seeing only blue skies as he silently prayed to StarClan.
Viperstrike knew other toms had their eye on Swallowfang. He knew they were much more impressive than him. He did not know why he liked her so, but he knew that he did indeed. He prayed that StarClan would make him stronger... That when Swallowfang made her choice clear, he could recover quickly and move on.