Post by . s p o r e l e t t ♪ on Oct 17, 2009 17:10:43 GMT -6
Ravenstar sauntered out of his den and leapt atop the Tallrock with ease that belied his stunted size. His short black pelt was groomed until it shone like a raven's wing, rippling over his thin bones. The small tom glanced around the shadowy clearing with intent green eyes, and then called out with a voice that seemed to large to come from such an unimpressive specimen of a cat. It was time to announce which cats would be attending the Gathering later that night. "Let all those cats old enough to catch their own prey join here beneath the Tallrock for a Clan meeting!"
Firepool popped his head around a clump of heather and blinked owlishly at his leader. A Clan meeting! Was it important? Should he attend, or listen from his position in the heather? Eventually the tom emerged from his cozy spot and stretched, arching his back to remove the last traces of sleep from his muscles. It was a shame that he had to resort to hiding in order to nap undisturbed, but he didn't mind too much. The heather was almost as comfortable as his own nest, and cats didn't venture into that region of camp too often. Padding quickly towards the Tallrock so other cats wouldn't see where he had come from, Firepool settled in the middle of the clearing and gave his attention to Ravenstar.
Rowanclaw strode into camp with his rabbit and deposited it on the fresh-kill pile. The hunting patrol hadn't gone badly, he thought, especially with his apprentice's impressive catch. Briarpaw's rabbit was even larger than his own, nearly as large as the young apprentice, but it seemed that the tom insisted on carrying it himself. Rowanclaw was surprised his apprentice had managed to get it back to camp. "Go ahead and put that on the fresh-kill pile, Briarpaw," he mewed proudly to his apprentice, hearing Ravenstar's call. "The queens will be glad for it, but they can wait until after the meeting."
Finchstep heard the call and raised her head from where she had been enjoying the fading sunlight. WhatwhatwhatGATHERING, she thought to herself, remembering that the full moon was tonight. The small tabby rose to her dainty paws and padded into the heather that Firepool had just left, settling at its edge so that her head and shoulders were still peeping out. She could see Firepool near the center of camp, and Rowanclaw, settling next to his brother. She could hear Ravenstar from his position on the Tallrock. But she wasn't as blatantly obvious as her brothers, though she could pay attention to the meeting. Secure in the heather, Finchstep listened unobtrusively. You just never knew who might be a threat in a place like this.
Firepool popped his head around a clump of heather and blinked owlishly at his leader. A Clan meeting! Was it important? Should he attend, or listen from his position in the heather? Eventually the tom emerged from his cozy spot and stretched, arching his back to remove the last traces of sleep from his muscles. It was a shame that he had to resort to hiding in order to nap undisturbed, but he didn't mind too much. The heather was almost as comfortable as his own nest, and cats didn't venture into that region of camp too often. Padding quickly towards the Tallrock so other cats wouldn't see where he had come from, Firepool settled in the middle of the clearing and gave his attention to Ravenstar.
Rowanclaw strode into camp with his rabbit and deposited it on the fresh-kill pile. The hunting patrol hadn't gone badly, he thought, especially with his apprentice's impressive catch. Briarpaw's rabbit was even larger than his own, nearly as large as the young apprentice, but it seemed that the tom insisted on carrying it himself. Rowanclaw was surprised his apprentice had managed to get it back to camp. "Go ahead and put that on the fresh-kill pile, Briarpaw," he mewed proudly to his apprentice, hearing Ravenstar's call. "The queens will be glad for it, but they can wait until after the meeting."
Finchstep heard the call and raised her head from where she had been enjoying the fading sunlight. WhatwhatwhatGATHERING, she thought to herself, remembering that the full moon was tonight. The small tabby rose to her dainty paws and padded into the heather that Firepool had just left, settling at its edge so that her head and shoulders were still peeping out. She could see Firepool near the center of camp, and Rowanclaw, settling next to his brother. She could hear Ravenstar from his position on the Tallrock. But she wasn't as blatantly obvious as her brothers, though she could pay attention to the meeting. Secure in the heather, Finchstep listened unobtrusively. You just never knew who might be a threat in a place like this.