Post by Ceridwyn on Aug 16, 2017 19:06:29 GMT -6
Dark green eyes narrowed in the confinements of the brush, carefully concealed by the leaves that draped over the mossy nest hidden in the middle. Whenever the thin brown and white tabby would move, he would make sure no-one was around. The young male was a little paranoid like that, what with the 'Clan' being consisted of overly violent rogues that clashed together every now and then. At the moment, all Ceridwyn wanted to do was avoid a civil war within their group. DeathClan. What an odd name. The only sound that escaped him was a soft snort, his piercing dark green eyes carefully tracing everything in front of him.
His older brother Beli was around the area somewhere, just hanging around and making sure the younger tom wouldn't get in too much trouble. Ceridwyn already owed the four year old tom his life, but at the moment he refused to think about exactly why he owed his brother his life. Sure, Beli was the head of his small family, but that didn't mean that they were in close contact with each other. Tilting his head slightly, Ceridwyn narrowed his eyes again and peered up at the impossible blue of the sky.
Swiping a rather pink tongue across the pale fur of his jaw, Ceridwyn trashed the nest he slept in last night and pulled himself up to a low hanging branch. Maybe he could just sit here and wait to see if anyone passed by... Yeah. He would do that. Quickly, but silently, he scrambled up the bush and into the low boughs of a neighboring oak tree. Here, his pale fur would blend among the bark, and his white patches could be taken as the white down of a few baby birds.
His older brother Beli was around the area somewhere, just hanging around and making sure the younger tom wouldn't get in too much trouble. Ceridwyn already owed the four year old tom his life, but at the moment he refused to think about exactly why he owed his brother his life. Sure, Beli was the head of his small family, but that didn't mean that they were in close contact with each other. Tilting his head slightly, Ceridwyn narrowed his eyes again and peered up at the impossible blue of the sky.
Swiping a rather pink tongue across the pale fur of his jaw, Ceridwyn trashed the nest he slept in last night and pulled himself up to a low hanging branch. Maybe he could just sit here and wait to see if anyone passed by... Yeah. He would do that. Quickly, but silently, he scrambled up the bush and into the low boughs of a neighboring oak tree. Here, his pale fur would blend among the bark, and his white patches could be taken as the white down of a few baby birds.