Post by fleabittengray on Feb 18, 2008 13:12:37 GMT -5
A small grayish-blue she-cat climbbed out of the warriors den, her dainty paw carrying he rover to the fresh-kill pile. Picking up a muse in her jaws, she carried it over to a shady spot and dropped it. THen she dtrechted, unsheathing her pure white claws and yawning, exposing her white teth. Runningwater had slept for a long time today, quiet unussual for here. Her orbs blinked as she lay down and began to eat he rgray colored mosue. IT was skinny, but pushed away her hunger all the same. Yawing, she buried the mouses bones and sat up, cleaning betwen her toaes and tearing off a dead pice of sheath off her claw. I wonder where Tigereye is? He wasn't in the den with me when I woke up, and his scent was stale. Looking around, she saw Firestone talking to Edbonyflame. She was about to join the,, then thought against it. The medicine cat could have a quick temper and so could the warrior he was talking to. Licking her gray chest, Runningwater sighed, wishing for an assignment to do. She remember one time when she felt like this back in the mountains. BUt then, Sharptooth had taken apart there camp and she had been called in to fight. IT had been a bloody battle, leaving many wounded and even more dead or bleeding to death. Shaking a small cranium to rid herself of her bloddy past, she walked to a sunny spot and lay in the sun to doze off once again.