Mid-Day Sun [open]

[Willow]

FROSTPELT

It was leaf-bare and the cold wind was blowing gently. Yet, the sun was shining brightly in the sky, spreading its yellow warmth across the land. The sandy beach of the river was incredibly warm compared to the frigidity of the air and Frostpelt was relishing in the feel of it against her body. Her pale grey fur fluffed up to better absorb the warmth and keep the cold from reaching her.

The RiverClan cat stretched out on the beach luxuriously. Her face was painted in a languid expression of laziness and arrogance on her elegant face. Her green eyes were narrowed in contentedness and her ears were flattened to her head. She stretched her legs out and opened her pink mouth in a big yawn, pawing at the rocky sand.

This was the life. She had hunted early this morning, she’d done her share for the Clan and she’d eaten the lovely squirrel she had caught. Sure RiverClan cats were supposed to prefer fish, but Frostpelt wasn’t like most RiverClan cats. She preferred the heady, forest taste of squirrels. She’d brought back some fish for the queens and elders as well. Now it was time for her to relax.

Words: 200
Music: No music, watching Lost!
Audience: Anyone at all
Comments: Really short, but I wanted to do something with her.

[Sparrow]

[atrb=border,0,true][bg=black] Wandering down the riverbed, Mintleaf scowled at the ground before each step she took, her mouth crooked in a grimace of disdain. It needed to be warm out again, blast it all, she was sick of leafbare. It had snowed and snowed and snowed this moon and she was already aching to see green again, to feel warmth beneath her paws and to not have to worry about the ice that so often built up on the rocks. To not have to watch where she stepped for fear of falling into the river. Yes. That would be nice… Yet her breath still hung in the air before her and she sighed heavily, watching it swirl slowly before her like fog before she swiped at it with her paw and it twined away into nothingness. A pity, perhaps. It was rather pretty in a depressing sort of way. Ahead of her she could see where the river bent and altered its course to sweep past the newly reclaimed WindClan territory. How strange it was for there to be four Clans once again. Even the elders must find it odd that the forest was back to how it was meant to be with all of those years of imbalance in the past. Well, that was that, was it not? A change in the winds to keep them on their toetips and to draw all of the staleness out of the air. And Clan life had gotten interesting too, after the Gathering. It seemed as though no one was altogether sure about what it was that needed to be done. //Personally I would have preferred that RiverClan received the land, but if bloodshed is to be avoided, then that’s simply… peachy.// The thought of the reactions at the Gathering was altogether hilarious. What was it that had kept the entire collection of Clans from rioting? The full moon was a deterrent, but that had never stopped anyone from moving as effectively as it had today. Altogether strange, barring that ThunderClan brat… Her thoughts came to an abrupt halt as she rounded the bend and saw a familiar form sprawled in a sunny patch near the water. Wandering the river always brought trouble, it seemed. First Icefeather, then Moonwing, now Frostpelt? It’d be the death of her yet… but no use in offending the she-cat. Enough cats disliked her as it was. With a cheerful maiow, she announced her presence with a bland and flavorless greeting that tasted of sand even as it left her lips. “Good morning, Frostpelt.” word count: 425 audience: Frostpelt/Whosoever comments: I've had this reply saved on my computer, half-finished, for a while now. Sorry^^;