Post by Lionhearted on Sept 22, 2015 21:39:22 GMT -5
Tagged: @goldenbird [Mothcloud]
The tabby she-cat strolled out into the night, unable to sleep. Her mind had been set to venture out into the Fields again, and this time she was determined to see what was in them. She didn't even know what spurred her curiosity on, but every time she approached them she either turned back, nervous, or someone caught her. Last time, it had been Liontooth, and she'd been unable to spin a good story. This time, however, nothing would stop her. Heatherfern quietly slipped past Bramblestar's den and squeezed through the entrance, excitement coursing through her. She was sneaking out at night! What could be more exciting, yet nerve-racking at the same time?
Senses alert, she pricked her ears, listening for pawsteps. Nothing. She ran quietly and lightly through the forest, heading for her destination. Rain was pouring down upon the lands, pounding the ground, but she enjoyed the chilly drops landing on her fur in the warming weather. There was nothing except the heavy pitter-patter of the raindrops, and Heatherfern stopped feeling so scared.
Tall, dark grass loomed up in front of her, and she skidded to a stop. There were the Fields. Glancing around her, she stepped into the out-of-bounds territory and, with difficulty, moved through the prairie grass. To her disappointment, it looked uniform throughout the whole Field; it was just grass, and nothing else. Heaving a sigh, she turned back, her paws dragged down with mud that clung stubbornly to her fur. Her entire body was soaked, and she felt a lot more heavier. Heaving herself back to camp, she sloshed past Bramblestar's den again and tromped into her own den with her other warrior Clanmates. Stopping beside her nest, she carelessly extended each leg and shook it, causing mud to fly off and land on neighboring warriors. She shook her pelt loudly, spraying her denmates once again. Glancing momentarily at the mess of mud, water, loose grass, and muck on the den floor, she shrugged, too tired to deal with it, and stepped into the moss. Oh, well. It'll dry. It's not like it's going to kill anyone.
Finally, she crouched and tucked into her nest, closing her eyes, waiting for sleep to come.
The tabby she-cat strolled out into the night, unable to sleep. Her mind had been set to venture out into the Fields again, and this time she was determined to see what was in them. She didn't even know what spurred her curiosity on, but every time she approached them she either turned back, nervous, or someone caught her. Last time, it had been Liontooth, and she'd been unable to spin a good story. This time, however, nothing would stop her. Heatherfern quietly slipped past Bramblestar's den and squeezed through the entrance, excitement coursing through her. She was sneaking out at night! What could be more exciting, yet nerve-racking at the same time?
Senses alert, she pricked her ears, listening for pawsteps. Nothing. She ran quietly and lightly through the forest, heading for her destination. Rain was pouring down upon the lands, pounding the ground, but she enjoyed the chilly drops landing on her fur in the warming weather. There was nothing except the heavy pitter-patter of the raindrops, and Heatherfern stopped feeling so scared.
Tall, dark grass loomed up in front of her, and she skidded to a stop. There were the Fields. Glancing around her, she stepped into the out-of-bounds territory and, with difficulty, moved through the prairie grass. To her disappointment, it looked uniform throughout the whole Field; it was just grass, and nothing else. Heaving a sigh, she turned back, her paws dragged down with mud that clung stubbornly to her fur. Her entire body was soaked, and she felt a lot more heavier. Heaving herself back to camp, she sloshed past Bramblestar's den again and tromped into her own den with her other warrior Clanmates. Stopping beside her nest, she carelessly extended each leg and shook it, causing mud to fly off and land on neighboring warriors. She shook her pelt loudly, spraying her denmates once again. Glancing momentarily at the mess of mud, water, loose grass, and muck on the den floor, she shrugged, too tired to deal with it, and stepped into the moss. Oh, well. It'll dry. It's not like it's going to kill anyone.
Finally, she crouched and tucked into her nest, closing her eyes, waiting for sleep to come.