PEBBLESTORM
Coughing unexpectedly, the male warrior lifted his head groggily from his nest, which was the closest pine-covered nest to the entrance of the large den. No feline wanted the spot, and Pebblestorm actually enjoyed the frosty winds blowing on his pelt. It was what woke him up every sunrise, and the marbled tom was proud of his choice. It wasn't the only reason why he chose the rejected place; most of the warriors --senior and younger-- mocked him and spoke in loud whispers before falling into slumber. The wild feline knew he wasn't coughing because of the cold, for his thick pelt was coated with fresh snow, but he didn't feel any cold draft seep into his body. Purring in a satisfied sort of manner, Pebblestorm rose quietly and swiftly from his nest, taking short strides towards the freshkill pile.
Actually,he wasn't the only cat up. Ceruleanstar appeared from his den, looking as sly and sneaky as ever. Pebblestorm grabbed a thin thrush, a knot forming in his belly as he carried it as far as he could from Ceruleanstar. However, the beige-and-alabaster leader did unfortunately follow him, his smirk widening like wildfire. Pebblestorm's marbled fur rose as Ceruleanstar approached swiftly."Hmmm...Good morning,Pebblestorm.I hope you won't start slacking today because of the thick, dense snow."The leader cocked his head to one side,his cruel gaze glittering as he studied the tensed warrior.Shaking his head slowly,Pebblestorm shrugged."Yesterday, you said I shouldn't go out, anyway.Do you not concern my health?"He stared boldly back at the Shadowclan leader,his cold golden-amber optics showing his blazing rage;though his voice was calm and under control, Pebblestorm wanted nothing more than to sink his teeth into the smirking tom's face.
The smirk died a little on Ceruleanstar's maw,and he nodded curtly,his face taken aback."Sorry,what I meant was that good luck hunting in the dense snow today."He indicated the camp,which was covered heavily in pure white flakes of snow.Lashing his tail,Pebblestorm hated his littermate all of a sudden.Why did his brother have to tease him so much?Muttering an angry reply,the tom had to admit mentally that he had trouble padding through the thick snow that littered the camp.He had finished his thrush and had attempted to scram,hoping to leave his brother and leader for awhile.His pelt burned with embarrassment despite the cold air that circled around him,and he could hear his brother's small chuckles even as he escaped into his den.Huffing,Pebblestorm took the risk and darted out,his pads landing unevenly on the snow as he lurched forward,managing to run all the way to the Windclan and Shadowclan border.One of Riverclan's rivers ran directly into Shadowclan territory,and a clump of marigold was starting to shrivel.It was a strong herb which seemed to withstand part of the harsh weather.
The clump had a few good pieces left,and although Pebblestorm wanted to hunt,and prove Ceruleanstar wrong,he just had to help out with Quailheart's quest for leftover herbs. She had always been nice to him, and was a littermate to his diseased father.Bending his head, he sniffed the border,and purred at the news that it was growing right on the border--but the leaves seemed to spread onto both sides of the clans' territories.He started to tear a leaf on Shadowclan's side of the land,listening to the tearing sound with interest.
