Waking up (Briar/Ember)
Dec 30, 2013 22:02:51 GMT -8
Dec 30, 2013 22:02:51 GMT -8
After she'd stretched her legs and yawned, rolling in the soft sand of the open camp, Emberfang stood up, shaking dust out of her pelt, her entire body rattling as she rid herself of the minimal extra warmth. She flicked her tail, arched her back, twitched her nose. It wasn't early, but there wasn't much movement in camp. Dawn patrol had left and it wouldn't be long before the other warriors were awake and readying themselves for their days. She wanted to be gone before she could be stuck with one of them for hunting patrol. She did much better by herself, when she spring after the rabbits without having to discuss her plans with anyone.
It wasn't that she didn't like her clanmates, and it wasn't that she didn't love her clan. Tallstar was a very worthy leader, the best of the four if anyone asked her. Windclan was the finest of the clans; swift, tough, and loyal, Starclan favored Windclan, choosing them to guard the Moonstone. But Emberfang's clan mates were loud and jovial and all of that was just so exhausting to her. She felt like she had to compete. And in that aspect, she usually lost. She just wasn't a cheery cat. Wasn't a part of her nature. At least Sorrelcloud laughed off her grumpy remarks, seemed to understand Emberfang's rough humor. Emberfang wasn't lonely as long as she had Sorrelcloud.
She picked her way carefully through the sleeping cats, heading closer to the edge of camp, where the sun was just finally peeking over the ridge of the small basin of the camp. She plopped down, feeling her bones rattle as they hit the ground, and began her morning groom. She never got behind her ears very well, but at least, she was clean.
It wasn't that she didn't like her clanmates, and it wasn't that she didn't love her clan. Tallstar was a very worthy leader, the best of the four if anyone asked her. Windclan was the finest of the clans; swift, tough, and loyal, Starclan favored Windclan, choosing them to guard the Moonstone. But Emberfang's clan mates were loud and jovial and all of that was just so exhausting to her. She felt like she had to compete. And in that aspect, she usually lost. She just wasn't a cheery cat. Wasn't a part of her nature. At least Sorrelcloud laughed off her grumpy remarks, seemed to understand Emberfang's rough humor. Emberfang wasn't lonely as long as she had Sorrelcloud.
She picked her way carefully through the sleeping cats, heading closer to the edge of camp, where the sun was just finally peeking over the ridge of the small basin of the camp. She plopped down, feeling her bones rattle as they hit the ground, and began her morning groom. She never got behind her ears very well, but at least, she was clean.