Post by Glorilyss on Apr 19, 2015 21:50:03 GMT -5
[OoC: I'll start off the thread with just you and me, Midnight, and then tag Starling when it's good for Rowanpaw to enter.
ETA: Sorry about the retag, wasn't sure if you'd seen this.]
It was the sort of night that made you want to curl up in your nest, nose tucked firmly under tail and dreams occupying the mind. A front of cooler air had swept over the mountain sometime in the late afternoon of the previous night, bringing a band of rain that had only abated roughly an hour ago. While shreds of gray clouds still covered part of the sky, most of the deep blue-black night had cleared up to show swathes of velvet studded with diamond-clear stars. Dawn was an hour or so off; the faint shine of a claw-scratch moon did little to light the darkness, and in the mouth of the cave carved into the mountain, shadows gathered even more thickly.
Without so much as a shuffle or a snort, eyes flicked open deep in the bosom of the medicine den. The tortoiseshell she-cat lifted herself quietly to her paws, long accustomed to waking in the deep of night. She moved through the swirl of shadows that clung to the walls around her, moving into the open spaces of camp and taking up a customary position in the mouth of the camp cave, glowing-green eyes awash with the reflections of a sinking moon.
Time seemed to have little effect on the she-cat, the only indication of its passing the small movements that she made to assure her comfort. Slowly, as the moon fell and the first thin line of gray colored the horizon to the east, she stretched herself once, then half-turned to take the entrance to the warriors' den into her line of sight. There really was little else to do but wait for the appearance of TalonClan's deputy; she didn't think it would be long, now that a pearly gray light was turning the world a shade of twilight that she'd long become accustomed to.
ETA: Sorry about the retag, wasn't sure if you'd seen this.]
It was the sort of night that made you want to curl up in your nest, nose tucked firmly under tail and dreams occupying the mind. A front of cooler air had swept over the mountain sometime in the late afternoon of the previous night, bringing a band of rain that had only abated roughly an hour ago. While shreds of gray clouds still covered part of the sky, most of the deep blue-black night had cleared up to show swathes of velvet studded with diamond-clear stars. Dawn was an hour or so off; the faint shine of a claw-scratch moon did little to light the darkness, and in the mouth of the cave carved into the mountain, shadows gathered even more thickly.
Without so much as a shuffle or a snort, eyes flicked open deep in the bosom of the medicine den. The tortoiseshell she-cat lifted herself quietly to her paws, long accustomed to waking in the deep of night. She moved through the swirl of shadows that clung to the walls around her, moving into the open spaces of camp and taking up a customary position in the mouth of the camp cave, glowing-green eyes awash with the reflections of a sinking moon.
Time seemed to have little effect on the she-cat, the only indication of its passing the small movements that she made to assure her comfort. Slowly, as the moon fell and the first thin line of gray colored the horizon to the east, she stretched herself once, then half-turned to take the entrance to the warriors' den into her line of sight. There really was little else to do but wait for the appearance of TalonClan's deputy; she didn't think it would be long, now that a pearly gray light was turning the world a shade of twilight that she'd long become accustomed to.
