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Post by hazelbrook on Jul 21, 2012 14:19:10 GMT -5
H a z e l b r o o k . . .Hazelbrook placed her paws gingerly in the cool water with a sigh. The water splashed up against her legs until it finally retreated around her ankles and further down the stream. Her silvery-grey pelt glittered in the gentle rays of the sun. She sighed in contentment, she loved to be here, alone. Her ears pricked upwards suddenly and her eyes narrowed slightly, she could here someone approaching, but whoever it was was downwind of her. She turned her head and peered behind her into a thicket of reeds. She wasn't imagining it... Was she? She huffed in annoyance, couldn't she just be left alone for once in her life? There were always other warriors telling her to do something. She hated it. Alas she had to live this way, for it is the life of a warrior to do what you are told and nothing different.
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Post by cressfur on Jul 23, 2012 4:15:36 GMT -5
| cressfur WORDS: 280 TO: HAZELBROOK
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having always loved the fresh breezes of morning, cressfur had made the effort to wake up when the sun was just beginning to peek over the horizon. he had spent the morning patrolling the borders - alone, but still in a merry mood, catching prey if it came across his path. now sun-high was almost upon the clans, and cressfur was beginning his journey back to camp, several mice and birds clamped in his jaws. and perhaps, he thought, perhaps he could learn a few herbs from the medicine cat, and help them collect herbs. pausing for a rest, cressfur realized that the little stream that ran through riverclan territory was nearby. the scent of water in his nostrils made cressfur realize how dry his mouth was. he paused for a moment, deliberating over whether he should go out of his way to visit the stream or eat a piece of prey and return to camp.
he couldn't eat the piece of prey, he decided then. though it technically wasn't against the warrior code for him to eat the prey, as he wasn't on a hunting patrol, the clan needed as much as it could get. to the stream he would go. tail waving through the air, he hurried toward the stream as quickly as he could without dropping a single piece of prey. as he came in view of it, he noticed another cat on the other side of the stream. dropping his prey by the side of the water, he grinned at his clanmate. "morning, hazelbrook," he mewed, dipping his muzzle into the water to drink. as the last trickle of water slid down his throat, he grinned. |
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