Routine [OPEN!]
Nov 1, 2013 22:29:48 GMT -6
Post by Jest on Nov 1, 2013 22:29:48 GMT -6
The steady chill of leaf-bare could be scented in the morning air, few birds dared come out of their cozy nests to sing the anthem to the sun. Slowly the rays of morning made their way to the moor, creeping closer to the humble camp of the clan of the moors. There, in the heart of WindClan, stood a lonesome orange tom.
Flamestrike stared at the rising sun, he always woke up a few heartbeats before sunrise; it was routine, something he didn’t allow himself to change. He closed his eyes when he felt the warmth of the yellow rays; they struck his pelt and made his fur look even fierier than it already was. The warrior opened his amber eyes and shied away from the light as it hurt his irises, with slow and steady steps he walked towards the center of camp. At any moment his fellow clanmates would begin a routine of their own, he could already hear the warriors stirring and the apprentices waking, if he listened closer he would notice the rhythmical snores of the elders and the quiet steps of the medicine cat.
He smiled for everything was perfect, not a thing was out of place.
For a split second he remembered his days as an apprentice and he found himself comparing the normalcy of that time with the calmness of today. ‘You sound like an elder, Flamestrike’ he mentally half-scolded himself and twitched his whiskers in amusement. He often hoped he would get to that age, he could only imagine the moons of memories and experience he would have. ‘If you get to that age…’ the bitterness assaulted him quite suddenly when he recalled how young warriors went with StarClan in warlike times. Again he scolded himself but this time in a serious manner, he made himself send the thought to the back of his mind, he would meditate it later right now he had duties to attend to.
“Anyone up for a hunting patrol?” he meowed to his waking comrades; none of them would be surprised for this was normal. Flamestrike always woke up before sunrise and always made it his duty to fill the fresh-kill pile with prey so when the dawn patrol came back they had something to eat, fresh and nice. He sat near the den and wondered who would come with him this time; that was the only relative thing in the mornings. Who would manage to wake up and come with him to this little routine patrol?
Flamestrike stared at the rising sun, he always woke up a few heartbeats before sunrise; it was routine, something he didn’t allow himself to change. He closed his eyes when he felt the warmth of the yellow rays; they struck his pelt and made his fur look even fierier than it already was. The warrior opened his amber eyes and shied away from the light as it hurt his irises, with slow and steady steps he walked towards the center of camp. At any moment his fellow clanmates would begin a routine of their own, he could already hear the warriors stirring and the apprentices waking, if he listened closer he would notice the rhythmical snores of the elders and the quiet steps of the medicine cat.
He smiled for everything was perfect, not a thing was out of place.
For a split second he remembered his days as an apprentice and he found himself comparing the normalcy of that time with the calmness of today. ‘You sound like an elder, Flamestrike’ he mentally half-scolded himself and twitched his whiskers in amusement. He often hoped he would get to that age, he could only imagine the moons of memories and experience he would have. ‘If you get to that age…’ the bitterness assaulted him quite suddenly when he recalled how young warriors went with StarClan in warlike times. Again he scolded himself but this time in a serious manner, he made himself send the thought to the back of his mind, he would meditate it later right now he had duties to attend to.
“Anyone up for a hunting patrol?” he meowed to his waking comrades; none of them would be surprised for this was normal. Flamestrike always woke up before sunrise and always made it his duty to fill the fresh-kill pile with prey so when the dawn patrol came back they had something to eat, fresh and nice. He sat near the den and wondered who would come with him this time; that was the only relative thing in the mornings. Who would manage to wake up and come with him to this little routine patrol?
word count: 420 words.
tags: anyone! Don’t be shy!
notes: nope.
tags: anyone! Don’t be shy!
notes: nope.
