Post by Prismacolor on Nov 27, 2016 20:41:16 GMT
With a huge yawn, Shadestep padded into the Warriors' Den, a dead thrush clamped firmly in her jaws. She'd just gotten back from the dawn patrol and had a little time of rest before her hunting patrol later. She dug straight in to the dead bird, relishing the taste of blood on her tongue. Shadestep hadn't eaten a thrush in a while, and it was worth it.
When she was finished, she turned around in her nest near the front of the den a few times and lay down, curling her tail over her nose. Shadestep closed her eyes and, after a moment, realized that even though she was a little tired, sleep would not come upon her. Sitting back up - with another yawn - , the grey tabby she-cat looked around. There were no other warriors in the den, to her surprise. How nice would it be to have a little company at this moment, she thought, her ears alert for any sign of noise.
~ Prismacolor
When she was finished, she turned around in her nest near the front of the den a few times and lay down, curling her tail over her nose. Shadestep closed her eyes and, after a moment, realized that even though she was a little tired, sleep would not come upon her. Sitting back up - with another yawn - , the grey tabby she-cat looked around. There were no other warriors in the den, to her surprise. How nice would it be to have a little company at this moment, she thought, her ears alert for any sign of noise.
~ Prismacolor
