Post by Salmonsplash on Jan 5, 2012 19:51:37 GMT
Salmonsplash gave a heavy sigh as she padded out onto guard duty, sending the young apprentice standing dusk guard back into camp to sleep. She liked guard duty, but she had spent most of today hunting, and the young, artistic warrior was tired and stressed out. She wanted to sit down and do some art. But no, DuskClan policy was always to leave guards on whatever camp they had chosen most lately, and her leader didn't budge on such things.
Night was drawing in. This was DuskClan's time, when the evening grew dark and the moon rose, a silent solace, above the clouds. A perfect time for sneaking around in the dark and hiding in the shadows. A hunting patrol trotted past her, probably intending to make use of the low light to hunt.
Glancing up at the sky, Salmonsplash admired the wide velvety expanse. She loved the never-ending-ness of it, the way it seemed to encompass everything, its perfect dark. She knew some cats bemoaned the way it didn't have stars in, but Salmonsplash had been born too late for that. She didn't remember the stars. From what she heard they didn't seem that special - white dots interrupting her perfect curtain of darkness.
She breathed deeply in and out, and calmed herself.
The moon had risen noticeably in the sky when she awoke. Salmonsplash shook herself and cursed under her breath. She shouldn't be falling asleep. Everybody knew how dangerous it was to fall asleep on guard duty. If somebody had caught her! She'd be in trouble. Salmonsplash gave a sort of whimpery whine under her breath, then made herself stop. It would all be fine. She just wouldn't mention it...
She focused and felt her feline night vision sharpen as her brain realised it was dark and made the appropriate adjustments. She focused on the area around her, watching everything as a good guard should. She was being careful, feeling a bit more dutiful than usual after falling asleep like that. But she knew there'd be no alarm. DuskClan was the Clan of peace. Who would attack their camp? Especially not while they camped in Squarestones. Better to wait for the next night, when they might be camped somewhere a bit more difficult to defend than the near-fortress that was the current camp.
As such, she was a little surprised when she scented a cat. She bolted upright, fear running through every vein, then realised that it was, of all cats, Mintkit.
She sighed. She probably couldn't sleep and came up to talk to her about something. She felt a touch of sympathy warm her heart.
Getting up on her paws and stretching, Salmonsplash turned to face the camp. "I can scent you, you know," she yawned, "come on up."
She blushed, embarrassed by the yawn she hadn't been able to keep out of her voice. Oh well. If the kit worked out that the young warrior had been asleep, Salmonsplash would just let her know that if she told the leader, she'd tell the leader that Mintkit had been up this late. These things worked both ways.
Night was drawing in. This was DuskClan's time, when the evening grew dark and the moon rose, a silent solace, above the clouds. A perfect time for sneaking around in the dark and hiding in the shadows. A hunting patrol trotted past her, probably intending to make use of the low light to hunt.
Glancing up at the sky, Salmonsplash admired the wide velvety expanse. She loved the never-ending-ness of it, the way it seemed to encompass everything, its perfect dark. She knew some cats bemoaned the way it didn't have stars in, but Salmonsplash had been born too late for that. She didn't remember the stars. From what she heard they didn't seem that special - white dots interrupting her perfect curtain of darkness.
She breathed deeply in and out, and calmed herself.
The moon had risen noticeably in the sky when she awoke. Salmonsplash shook herself and cursed under her breath. She shouldn't be falling asleep. Everybody knew how dangerous it was to fall asleep on guard duty. If somebody had caught her! She'd be in trouble. Salmonsplash gave a sort of whimpery whine under her breath, then made herself stop. It would all be fine. She just wouldn't mention it...
She focused and felt her feline night vision sharpen as her brain realised it was dark and made the appropriate adjustments. She focused on the area around her, watching everything as a good guard should. She was being careful, feeling a bit more dutiful than usual after falling asleep like that. But she knew there'd be no alarm. DuskClan was the Clan of peace. Who would attack their camp? Especially not while they camped in Squarestones. Better to wait for the next night, when they might be camped somewhere a bit more difficult to defend than the near-fortress that was the current camp.
As such, she was a little surprised when she scented a cat. She bolted upright, fear running through every vein, then realised that it was, of all cats, Mintkit.
She sighed. She probably couldn't sleep and came up to talk to her about something. She felt a touch of sympathy warm her heart.
Getting up on her paws and stretching, Salmonsplash turned to face the camp. "I can scent you, you know," she yawned, "come on up."
She blushed, embarrassed by the yawn she hadn't been able to keep out of her voice. Oh well. If the kit worked out that the young warrior had been asleep, Salmonsplash would just let her know that if she told the leader, she'd tell the leader that Mintkit had been up this late. These things worked both ways.
Awesome.)