Post by Swiftflight on Aug 6, 2012 17:21:55 GMT -6
The dark gray and white she-cat with maroon markings laid down in the Apprentice's den casually. Her multi-colored eyes scanned around herself occasionally; her left, blue. Her right, green. Her ears listened intently on the oncoming storms. They always calmed the small she-cat with the rumbling of thunder and the sound of the rain hitting the individual leaves. And the smell of rain, reminded her of her days as a kit, of course, she had grown a deal since then. She smiled at herself but was reminded of how she use to play with her friends whom she rarely saw anymore. Her stubby tail quivered, where were her friends? What had they been doing lately? Swiftpaw had just gotten done with her assessment and would be made a warrior sometime soon, probably. She smiled at the thought of finally being able to move to the warrior den. Over the many moons of moving from the forest to the nursery to the apprentice den and soon to the warrior den, Swiftpaw had changed a bit. She'd become less hyperactive and more of the quiet type. She was quite the introvert. She liked watching and listening rather than talking and being loud. She sighed and watched as the rain started hitting the ground, thoughts invading her head as she thought about her friends. Most had mates now and had no time for her any more. She sighed and closed her eyes slowly, trying to sleep away the loneliness.
