Post by Volefur on Feb 24, 2012 18:44:53 GMT
Volefur's paws were his main focus; stretched out in front of him, reaching, grabbing the land, then pulling back, his head darting forwards as he bounded, and then down, running and running and eating up the ground.
It was a joyful run. ForeverClan warriors were not the WindClanners of old. Most were not brilliantly great runners. But just occasionally, it was fun to run along the ridge, and wonder what it would have been like.
Volefur stopped, gasping for breath. He had good stamina, true, but his body was used to fighting and hunting, not running. Still, the lightning patrol had fulfilled his duty to check the border, and he'd got his daily exercise in whilst doing it.
Regaining his breath, Volefur sat, just inside the borders of his territory, and looked down at the hills. He wondered, for a time, what it would be like to live there. At first his thoughts turned to WindClan, the fast cats of the moor, who had run over them so many years ago. But then he reminded himself of the danger of such thoughts, and he wondered about the DuskClanners. Quiet and shy and sneaky. He considered for a moment living that way, hiding in your own territory, slinking through the shadows, coming out at dusk.
It made him fiercely proud of his own Clan, ForeverClan. He could never live that way. He loved the camaraderie and the strength of ForeverClan, and deep in his heart he knew his Clan would survive forever. That was what a Clan was for, right?
With a sigh, he continued padding along the border, wondering if anybody would join him there.
It was a joyful run. ForeverClan warriors were not the WindClanners of old. Most were not brilliantly great runners. But just occasionally, it was fun to run along the ridge, and wonder what it would have been like.
Volefur stopped, gasping for breath. He had good stamina, true, but his body was used to fighting and hunting, not running. Still, the lightning patrol had fulfilled his duty to check the border, and he'd got his daily exercise in whilst doing it.
Regaining his breath, Volefur sat, just inside the borders of his territory, and looked down at the hills. He wondered, for a time, what it would be like to live there. At first his thoughts turned to WindClan, the fast cats of the moor, who had run over them so many years ago. But then he reminded himself of the danger of such thoughts, and he wondered about the DuskClanners. Quiet and shy and sneaky. He considered for a moment living that way, hiding in your own territory, slinking through the shadows, coming out at dusk.
It made him fiercely proud of his own Clan, ForeverClan. He could never live that way. He loved the camaraderie and the strength of ForeverClan, and deep in his heart he knew his Clan would survive forever. That was what a Clan was for, right?
With a sigh, he continued padding along the border, wondering if anybody would join him there.