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Post by whovian on Apr 8, 2012 11:04:08 GMT -5
Eaglethorn
Perhaps the brown tabby tom would get in trouble for what he enjoyed doing, but what everyone didn't know, wouldn't hurt them. As he slipped back unnoticed into the territories, flicking his ear of the dew that had landed on it due to the tall grass, he bounded towards the river, senses alert for another cat. He was a bit hungry, perhaps somebody would go hunting with him? Either way, he felt like company and he felt like fishing. As he went along, he found himself humming to himself, a smile on his face. Ah, the sounds he heard, such wonderful noise! Because amidst all the rumble and roar of the thunderpath, and the great monsters, Eaglethorn often heard wonderful things - sounds appealing to the ears and the mind, that made you want to purr and hum.
He didn't know what it was, but what he did know was that he had to cross open territory to get there. He was careful to only travel along the boarder between Thunderclan and Riverclan, so that no patrols would be suspicious. Once the tabby tom found the river, he did not hesitate to wade in. It felt glorious, the water seeping through his coat, but keeping some warmth in it. It was a wonderful sunny day, so he did not worry about getting cold. Enjoying his swim, he eventually got out, and rolled in the grass, so that there was no trace of unusual scents on his coat. He shook himself off, and began making his way through the tall grass, looking out for another Riverclan cat who was interested in hunting. He was also considering going to Ripplestream to ask about maybe getting an apprentice. Eaglethorn loved the young apprentices, so full of life, somewhere between kithood and adulthood - the best part of a cats life, where there is little responsibility, but all sorts of privileges.
As Eaglethorn meandered along the river, he spied a fallen tree somewhere up ahead - it must have fallen in the windstorm the other night, as he hadn't seen it yet. Deciding to test if it was worthy of a napping place, the young tom changed course and jogged over towards the long log. As he stepped carefully on it, he was delighted to discover that some of it's roots were still buried in the ground, so it held his weight without question. He tiptoed lightly out to a thick, comfortable spot, and laid down, perched on the branch, looking down at the swirling river water. He saw a couple of fish zoom by, but he did not attempt to catch them for the time being. The ruffled, scruffy tom began to drift off, part way between consciousness, and part way between the wonderful world of dreams and sleeping.
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