Post by Hemlockfang on Sept 14, 2015 9:27:49 GMT -5
" hemlockfang "
We walked the narrow path,
beneath the smoking skies.
beneath the smoking skies.
White, freshly groomed fur fluttered in the light breeze that floated through the Riverclan camp upon this particular morning. The sun had just kissed the sky with a pinkish streaked indigo hue, bringing with it the earliest of the morning bird's songs. Hemlockfang sat near the camp entrance with her tail curled around her paws, the tips of any fur that happened to stroke the ground getting stained with a dusty brownness that would have made most want to groom themselves to the point of stripping their own fur away from their flesh. The white she-cat had long since realized that there was no point in frantically grooming every time that dust touched her pristine white pelt. Sometimes, she cursed the easily dirtied pelt that she possessed, but more often than not, the Riverclan she-cat simply didn't care unless it was her daily grooming time.
If she did, she'd drive herself positively insane.
The she-cat, upon this particular morning, she was waiting for her young apprentice, Elkpaw, to join her at the camp entrance, so that they could make their way to the butterfly meadows. Today would be a battle training session, that the white warrior would use in order to figure out what her apprentice knew in their short time, and figure out what they needed to work on, and where she wanted to start with the new set of battle moves, and defensive tactics. "Elkpaw, come on. Time's getting eaten away by the sun!" Hemlockfang murmured to herself, debating whether or not she wanted to go prod the young, timid apprentice in the side until he woke up. Her own frustration slowly began to float up, ever so slowly, increasing by a fraction of a degree at each new shade of the sky.
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@elkshadow
Sometimes you can barely tell the difference between darkness and light.
