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Post by willow on Jul 4, 2016 4:25:43 GMT -6
The glow of the morning sun slowly crept above the horizon, and the grey BrushClan deputy made sure she was the first to glimpse it. It was her favourite time of day, when the suns rays touched the orange Badlands and seemingly set them on fire. Behind her, the last of the previous nights StClans warriors twinkled a soft goodbye and a good luck for the next days hunting.
This grey background hid Cinderstorm perfectly as she watched her surroundings blink awake. The birds of their harsh environment were calling a good morning, bushes rustled far below her as prey no doubt came to taste the mornings sweet dew.
There had been no howls the night before, though the scent of wolf was getting closer to the Clans. Her fur prickled, up here alone she could let her true emotions show without the fear of her Clanmates panicking. She had her suspicions that there were no howls for a reason, not because the wolves had moved away. She had a feeling that they chose not to howl last night. She let the fur on her shoulders lie flat, and she licked her chest fur back in to place rapidly. She must appear confident before the Clan. |
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