Post by → bearclaw on Aug 3, 2014 15:21:54 GMT -5
bearclaw
The air was thick and muggy. Rays of sunlight trickled into camp through the leaves that only offered mediocre relief in the terms of shade during greenleaf. A stream could be heard babbling nearby, Emerging from the warrior den, a large brown tom ambled his way into the center of the TempestClan camp clearing. Though the center was home to harshest of the rays that flooded the camp, the tom merely ruffled his pelt, the dark colouring reflecting the light with ease. His paws dragged slowly behind him, his body seemingly ten pawsteps behind his mind. Though he had awoken only a minute before, his mind was awake with the sounds and smells of camp. The tabby tom sat down at random, though he could spot no other cats nearby. The sun was too high for sharing tongues, and most everyone was out on some sort of patrol, anyway. His stomach rumbled audibly, but the tom ignored it was a heavy sigh.
Reaching behind his neck, the tom nipped off a tick, and then continued to groom himself. His pelt was freshly mussed from his rendezvous with sleep, sticking up at odd angles. Licking down a cowlick on the center of his back, Bearclaw licked his paw, and smoothed over the fur on his face. His ears were pricked as he listened to the sounds of the forest- a kestrel sounding in the distance to the left, and the sound of pawsteps on bramble to the right. Giving up on grooming himself, the brown warrior surrendered to the heat of the sun like the rest of the forest. Arching his back, he rolled onto his side lazily and stretched his paws forward, letting his underside soak up some of the sun.
As he lay, he had fleeting thoughts of what he should do for the day. He was supposed to get up early and go on patrol, but when he trod out of the den at sun-rise, half-sleeping on his paws, someone- he couldn't recall who- had sent him back to sleep. Bearclaw had done nothing of significance as of late, and his paws were beginning to itch with the need for busywork. Unfortunately, the tom couldn't help but surrender to laziness under the dreary sun, and although the clans had a harsh leaf-bare, he couldn't help but find himself longing for a good rain shower, if only for the prey replenish and great cool down it would give. Mind wandering again to his productiveness, or rather, lack of, the tom un-stretched, though remained on his side. He let his gaze flick around the campsite lazily. There ought to be something for me to do.
