dreams don't turn to dust (open)

[Whitefire]

Tinywhisker was currently scanning the clearing from a rather nondescript branch, where she could be barely be seen. However, from her spot on the branch, Tinywhisker could see the entire camp. Her maw split into a rather large yawn, and one of her legs twitched. Barely giving into the urge to scratch her ears, Tinywhisker pinned the clearing with a piercing bright green gaze.

For a moment, the senior warrior wondered what it was like to grow old and watch the camp around them grow. Grow with life. When she was younger, her dreams had been momentarily turned to dust. Then, she found that they hadn't really turned to dust.. just changed, really.

Tinywhisker watched a group of kits tussling around with some amusement, whiskers twitching. A slightly reminiscent sigh escaped the she-cat, and her bright green gaze dimmed slightly as a memory of her best friend Moony swept across her mind. Briefly her chest ached, then she continued to observe the camp with an intelligent gaze.

[Rainshadow]

Rainshadow had spent a long while away and when he returned it seemed that all the cats he had met and befriended were gone as well. He had no thoughts as to finding any of them, unless of course they were back. Perhaps he would get a chance to make some new friends. It was worth a try.

The black and white tom was just returning from a hunt out near the Fireclan border. He had returned with a fairly plump mouse. As he entered the camp he looked around for someone to possibly talk to and maybe even share this mouse with. His search was unsucsesful, sadly. He padded over to a tree and sat down with a sigh. How am I suppose to eat all this by myself?

[Whitefire]

Tinywhisker caught the forlorn image of a black and white tomcat out of the corner of her eye. Curious at what was dangling from his mouth, she turned her bright green gaze upon the tomcat and let a small, bemused smile cross her face. Sneezing briefly, the older warrior watched the tomcat wander around the camp and try unsuccessfully to find someone to share a meal with.

"How am I supposed to eat all this by myself?" Came his slightly frustrated tone. Trying to stifle a small chuckle, Tinywhisker jumped down from her perch and landed neatly on her four white paws. " Eat what, all by yourself, hmm? " Tinywhisker mewed, bright green eyes twinkling. Bending down to lick at her ginger flank quickly, Tinywhisker idly scratched her ear.

Then she bounded over to the tomcat's side, white-tipped ginger tail stuck straight up in the air. " Don't look so glum! " the warrior chirped cheerily.