Post by ☆ Y e l l o w ☆ on Oct 28, 2009 19:10:22 GMT -6
((This could be a few days prior to the present day in the rp, if that's okay. That way they would have spoken to each other before and it'll be easier to have them interact. If they work out, that is.))
Late afternoon was always a good time of day, especially in Greenleaf. The sun was low in the sky and seemed like it was trying to hang on for a little while longer before it fell below the horizon. It was a bit on the warm side, but not so warm that it was uncomfortable. The air was steadily cooling down and showing signs of it being a cold night. Life was slowing down and preparing for night. Rabbits were becoming scarce and the birds were quieting. This was the best time of day for him.
Normally, Dustfur was alone at this time. He had never liked hunting; he had no talent for it and he was a waste of space on hunting patrols. His gray fur wasn't the best for camouflaging himself in the moor and he wasn't fast enough to catch rabbits. Logically, he was better suited for border patrols which didn't require speed. He went on those often, though he rarely led them. Most of the time he was lounging around camp or taking strolls around the border by himself. He usually avoided the official border patrols unless he was on them himself. Evening was his favorite time because it was quiet and he had time to himself to reflect and think. Not that there was anything to spend that much time pondering over, anyway.
This time was different because he wasn't alone. Dustfur was curious as to why his sister insisted on coming with him. She had seen him heading out of camp and asked to tag along. "Why?" He had asked her. "'Cause I don't have anything to do and I don't feel like staying in camp." "Why don't you go hunting or something." "I already hunted a bunch today. I'm sick of hunting." And so they were together on a mini-patrol.
Dustfur had led them along the border for a while in silence. His usual route wouldn't be changed because he had company this time. He was coming closer to the border with RiverClan. They were close to Fourtrees; he could see it a while away. The border shouldn't be too further. Heathertail stayed quiet next to him, seeming to sense her brother wasn't interested in talking with her. Dustfur had never been a talker, anyway.
((Heh, that was kind of a long post. I hope you don't mind me throwing in Heathertail.
Dustfur: But I don't know anything about romance! Don't make me go alone!
Yellow: *Kicks Heathertail toward him*
Heathertail: D: Why me?
Yellow: >=3))
Late afternoon was always a good time of day, especially in Greenleaf. The sun was low in the sky and seemed like it was trying to hang on for a little while longer before it fell below the horizon. It was a bit on the warm side, but not so warm that it was uncomfortable. The air was steadily cooling down and showing signs of it being a cold night. Life was slowing down and preparing for night. Rabbits were becoming scarce and the birds were quieting. This was the best time of day for him.
Normally, Dustfur was alone at this time. He had never liked hunting; he had no talent for it and he was a waste of space on hunting patrols. His gray fur wasn't the best for camouflaging himself in the moor and he wasn't fast enough to catch rabbits. Logically, he was better suited for border patrols which didn't require speed. He went on those often, though he rarely led them. Most of the time he was lounging around camp or taking strolls around the border by himself. He usually avoided the official border patrols unless he was on them himself. Evening was his favorite time because it was quiet and he had time to himself to reflect and think. Not that there was anything to spend that much time pondering over, anyway.
This time was different because he wasn't alone. Dustfur was curious as to why his sister insisted on coming with him. She had seen him heading out of camp and asked to tag along. "Why?" He had asked her. "'Cause I don't have anything to do and I don't feel like staying in camp." "Why don't you go hunting or something." "I already hunted a bunch today. I'm sick of hunting." And so they were together on a mini-patrol.
Dustfur had led them along the border for a while in silence. His usual route wouldn't be changed because he had company this time. He was coming closer to the border with RiverClan. They were close to Fourtrees; he could see it a while away. The border shouldn't be too further. Heathertail stayed quiet next to him, seeming to sense her brother wasn't interested in talking with her. Dustfur had never been a talker, anyway.
((Heh, that was kind of a long post. I hope you don't mind me throwing in Heathertail.
Dustfur: But I don't know anything about romance! Don't make me go alone!
Yellow: *Kicks Heathertail toward him*
Heathertail: D: Why me?
Yellow: >=3))