Posts by Birdshadow

A vole dangled limply from a brown tabby tom's mouth as he padded into the warrior's den. Outside, even masked by the snow, the air smelled fresh, like a rainfall in green-leaf. Perfect prey conditions, he mused.
Flopping into his nest, exhausted after a long day, Stonewing lay back with his eyes still open. Naturally, he couldn't sleep, now that he was finally tired. And yet he had slept in for no real reason that morning. He sighed and took a bite of the vole, its foresty taste warm and delicious on his tongue. It occured to him that he hadn't eaten that day.

Thick snow fell from the murky sky, coating Stonewing's pelt and soaking him to his skin.
The brown tabby lay in the grass, glad to be resting after a long day, and shook his head slightly to get rid of a snowflake in his eye. As his vision cleared, he glanced upwards to watch the snow float down like waterfall mist. But he noticed something else- a star. A single star visible in between the clouds. Then, just like that, it was obscured again.
Now you see it, now you don't.

Blazemorning padded into the camp and sat down, feeling the wet grass skim his tail. He scented the air out of boredom, but smelled nothing except the river.
Sighing, the cream-colored tom with dark brown stripes rolled over, attempting to bat at a passing fly. But his paws swiped at nothing but air- the fly was out of his sight in the blink of an eye. He quickly gave up, and simply lay on the ground with the cold wind buffeting his fur.
Suddenly, a crack of twigs nearby that indicated a pawstep startled him. "Anyone there?" he mewed.

"Hello," mewed a brown tabby, hearing a cat's lonely voice.
Stonewing leapt from his nest in a bound. "My name is Stonewing." He flicked his ears in greeting.

"Ah. I suppose I was being sneaky, then," he purred, amused. "What's your name?"

Stonewing paused. Did this she-cat like him? She hardly even knew him...
But he reminded himself that he shan't jump to conclusions. She may only want a friend. Yes, that was it. They would go hunting as buddies.
"Sure..." he mewed, trying to sound confident with his answer.

"Anywhere's fine with me," Stonewing shrugged. "If you have a preference, you can decide."

Hearing something, Stonewing jumped, but quickly relaxed when he saw that she was just a cat; not a fox or anything. "Hello," he mewed, licking a wet and muddy paw. "What's your name?"

"I'm Stonewing," he mewed simply. He set his paw down, only to get it muddy again, so out of boredom , he began to clean it.

"Nice to meet you too." Stonewing shook off his paw, ignoring the waterdrops clinging to it.

A large, shaggy-furred kit burst into the clearing, amber eyes widened and rheumy.
"Someone, listen!" she screeched. "My name is Floodkit- and I have been sent from StarClan to save ThunderClan!"

Stonewing curled up in her nest, sunlight invading her eyes.

"Hello," she replied, dipping her head in greeting.

Sotnewing shrugged. "I guess," she mewed. The sunlight made her blink.

"Hello," mewed Stonewing, padding up to the she-cat.

Brokenpaw padded up to the she-cats, and calmly regarded them. "Hello," he mewed.

"Flowerheart; hello. I haven't seen you in a whi-" Stonewing suddenly stopped. "Great StarClan, where did all these cats come from?" Slowly, he backed out of the den.

Stonewing stretched, his marbled gray tabby fur sleek and just-cleaned.

"Are you all right?" he asked.

Stonewing mewed, "Hello." He didn't turn his head.