Post by --|Sootie|-- on Oct 1, 2009 17:33:04 GMT -5
We've got to hold on ready or not
Skypaw smileda t Cuckoopaw and nodded agreeingly. Noby had really slept well since before the Great Move, when there was nothing to worry about. Since then, the aprentices of every clan had felt what it was like to be a warrior, without the privilleges. They were all over worked, the work needed to be done. That much couldn't be avaided, with extra hunting partols out looking for new hoardes of prey, and more border patrols to check the other clans were keeping to the designated areas, everyone had more duties than before the more. And now, what with Forreststar's death, and Bramblepaw taaking over as leader, everyone had lost sleep. It wasn't Cuckkopaw's fault is she'd become slightly delerious through exhaustion. Sooner or later, everyone broke.
You live for the fight when it's all that you've got
Shaking the fine flakes of snow out of her smoky lavender fur, Skypaw stood up, sheowing her reply to her friend. It was long due time that they were back, all three of them. The morning seemed to have flown away while they'd been talking. Still, Skypaw felt better for it, and maybe Cuckoopaw did too. 'We can head back now, and me and you can maybe grab a couple of mice on the way. You'll have to watch Pumpkinkit, i'm afriad. How does that sound Cuckoopaw, Pumpkinkit? And I suppose I'll have to think of an excuse to tell Mossmask as to why it's taken al morning to hunt a couple of scrawny mice. She won't mind too much so long as we're all okay when we get back.' Her bright purple eyes flashed as she set to work thing up what she could say to the clan's surrogate mother. She looked back over her shoulder as she began to head into the woodland which lay between the black apprentice and kit and herself, and the camp away somewhere to the north.
We're half way there now
Music by Bon Jovi, Livin' on a Prayer
Skypaw smileda t Cuckoopaw and nodded agreeingly. Noby had really slept well since before the Great Move, when there was nothing to worry about. Since then, the aprentices of every clan had felt what it was like to be a warrior, without the privilleges. They were all over worked, the work needed to be done. That much couldn't be avaided, with extra hunting partols out looking for new hoardes of prey, and more border patrols to check the other clans were keeping to the designated areas, everyone had more duties than before the more. And now, what with Forreststar's death, and Bramblepaw taaking over as leader, everyone had lost sleep. It wasn't Cuckkopaw's fault is she'd become slightly delerious through exhaustion. Sooner or later, everyone broke.
You live for the fight when it's all that you've got
Shaking the fine flakes of snow out of her smoky lavender fur, Skypaw stood up, sheowing her reply to her friend. It was long due time that they were back, all three of them. The morning seemed to have flown away while they'd been talking. Still, Skypaw felt better for it, and maybe Cuckoopaw did too. 'We can head back now, and me and you can maybe grab a couple of mice on the way. You'll have to watch Pumpkinkit, i'm afriad. How does that sound Cuckoopaw, Pumpkinkit? And I suppose I'll have to think of an excuse to tell Mossmask as to why it's taken al morning to hunt a couple of scrawny mice. She won't mind too much so long as we're all okay when we get back.' Her bright purple eyes flashed as she set to work thing up what she could say to the clan's surrogate mother. She looked back over her shoulder as she began to head into the woodland which lay between the black apprentice and kit and herself, and the camp away somewhere to the north.
We're half way there now
Music by Bon Jovi, Livin' on a Prayer