Post by kitty on Aug 28, 2010 17:27:56 GMT -5
The day dawned chilly, a cool breeze blowing through the RiverClan camp. A layer of frost coated the ground, the reeds, the leaves, anywhere it could get to. This was to be expected of leafbare, but it was still plenty warm enough for the cats of the thick-furred Clan to be out and about. Despite the fine layer of snow that had fallen the day before, it had gotten warm enough to melt it away, and there wasn't a cloud in the sky to suggest more was on the way. With the snow, though, the prey would surely start retreating for the season. But that was not something to worry about now.
It was shortly after dawn; the sun had cleared the tops of the trees and reflected brightly off the frost-coated camp, where Palestar was situated. Right smack-dab in the middle of camp, keeping watch for any sign of life. A dawn patrol still had to be found. Perhaps he could lead it, and take one other warrior with him. Get to know his cats a bit better. Besides, the patrol wouldn't need to be very big. The four Clans seemed rather peaceful for the time being, something Palestar found to be a great relief. After all the fighting and disputes in the past moons, every cat could use a bit of peace.
It was nice to just sit and watch the sun rise, the RiverClan leader thought, in a state of happiness. These were mornings he loved best, despite the slight chill to the air. When the sun got high enough, the frost would thaw out. That made him a bit sad; frost was so pretty. But it would just be back again tomorrow, so he could see it then. Frost wasn't a good thing, though. It drove the fish deeper in the water, the warm-blooded prey deeper in their holes. But it was still early leafbare. His Clan was in no danger of starving. Especially reduced to its puny size as it was, from the disease and constant fighting from previous moons.
But those times were over, or so Palestar hoped. That was the only thing he could do anymore. Just hope and pray to StarClan. His Clan couldn't lose anymore cats, or there would be no hope left for the already-tiny RiverClan.
Ah well. At least it would be easier to feed themselves during the coming season.
It was shortly after dawn; the sun had cleared the tops of the trees and reflected brightly off the frost-coated camp, where Palestar was situated. Right smack-dab in the middle of camp, keeping watch for any sign of life. A dawn patrol still had to be found. Perhaps he could lead it, and take one other warrior with him. Get to know his cats a bit better. Besides, the patrol wouldn't need to be very big. The four Clans seemed rather peaceful for the time being, something Palestar found to be a great relief. After all the fighting and disputes in the past moons, every cat could use a bit of peace.
It was nice to just sit and watch the sun rise, the RiverClan leader thought, in a state of happiness. These were mornings he loved best, despite the slight chill to the air. When the sun got high enough, the frost would thaw out. That made him a bit sad; frost was so pretty. But it would just be back again tomorrow, so he could see it then. Frost wasn't a good thing, though. It drove the fish deeper in the water, the warm-blooded prey deeper in their holes. But it was still early leafbare. His Clan was in no danger of starving. Especially reduced to its puny size as it was, from the disease and constant fighting from previous moons.
But those times were over, or so Palestar hoped. That was the only thing he could do anymore. Just hope and pray to StarClan. His Clan couldn't lose anymore cats, or there would be no hope left for the already-tiny RiverClan.
Ah well. At least it would be easier to feed themselves during the coming season.