Post by Sage on Jun 23, 2012 1:29:00 GMT -6
A small, black silhouette of a she-cat stood patiently in the mouth of the elder's den. Evening had jusy grasped the land, the suns rays having disappeared. Crickets begin to fill in the silent gap, and the small she-cat drew in a quick breath.
With hesitation, she pawed around with the rose petals and honeysuckle flowers she has torn gently off the plant. Perhaps she could please Wildwind and Redstorm by lining their nests with the scarlet petals. Decorative, and kept a sweet scent in the den. Then, after three or so days, she would remove the dead petals, to search for.more. if their were no more.roses, maybe some lavender. Whatever would work.
Getting back to why she was still lingering in the entrance. She was a rather lonely one. She didn't like kittens, she felt tall and awkward around them, even at her natural small size. Queens were too.. Well, no good word for it. Mothers. She was never close with her own mother, Shadefrost, anyways. Didn't matter. Young warriors were too full of themselves, senior warriors were busy. She didn't dare talk to the other 'paws around. Just in case, she didn't want to make an enemies. Then there was always friend drama, which would kill her brain cells. But elders, if they even still had brain cells, were just a delight to have conversations with. Especially this Redstorm. Stories told he was a legendary warrior. Her mild curiousity swept her off her feet. to where.. well, where she was now. Taking the soft petals and yellow flowers, she took a ginger step into the den, and bowed her head with respect. They deserved it.
With hesitation, she pawed around with the rose petals and honeysuckle flowers she has torn gently off the plant. Perhaps she could please Wildwind and Redstorm by lining their nests with the scarlet petals. Decorative, and kept a sweet scent in the den. Then, after three or so days, she would remove the dead petals, to search for.more. if their were no more.roses, maybe some lavender. Whatever would work.
Getting back to why she was still lingering in the entrance. She was a rather lonely one. She didn't like kittens, she felt tall and awkward around them, even at her natural small size. Queens were too.. Well, no good word for it. Mothers. She was never close with her own mother, Shadefrost, anyways. Didn't matter. Young warriors were too full of themselves, senior warriors were busy. She didn't dare talk to the other 'paws around. Just in case, she didn't want to make an enemies. Then there was always friend drama, which would kill her brain cells. But elders, if they even still had brain cells, were just a delight to have conversations with. Especially this Redstorm. Stories told he was a legendary warrior. Her mild curiousity swept her off her feet. to where.. well, where she was now. Taking the soft petals and yellow flowers, she took a ginger step into the den, and bowed her head with respect. They deserved it.
