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Originally Posted by Undercover
@ Chameleon
Sorry it took me so long to get this up. Also, I can shorten/lengthen my future posts depending on what you prefer.
Nighthowl parted his strong jaws in a large yawn, his fierce silver eyes narrowed with displeasure. He could scent rain on the way, and he hated rain. And storms. And thunder. The large tom dug his powerful claws into the dry dirt and arched his scruffy-furred back in a luxurious stretch. His fur was rather aruff, so, after swiping his tongue around his jaw, he spotted a large patch of shade at the edge of the clearing and slowly made his way, sitting down in the sun-free space.
The jet black male took a deep breath, getting to work on grooming. Nighthowl lifted one scrawny paw and began to lick it clean. He didn't like to feel all grimy and dirty, but he also didn't like to feel all bright and clean. Being free of debris didn't really fit his personality. His sister, Willowpetal, used to call him Scruffyhowl. The name stuck. He was scruffy and sounded like a canine when he howled. Thinking about his sister sent a pang of loneliness up his spine. To be honest, Nighthowl missed his sister more than he could bear, at times. He missed her sweet, fresh scent and her joyful ways. He missed her joke she and her way of seeing the bright side of things. In a way, they were polar opposites.
Nighthowl tugged a dirt-matted clump from his chest fur, sighing quietly to himself. He should make himself more useful around camp. Or do something productive like hunting or training. But he didn't feel like being productive in the mornings. Nighthowl was more of a night owl. Well, that didn't really surprise him, as his name was Nighthowl. He freed the clump of dirt and spat the stuff out beside him, where a small pile of woodland had already been set free from his mangy pelt. Well, He thought grimly, this is what you like, Nighthowl. Peace, quiet, and solitude. |
(No it's fine)
Cucumberpickle stretched as he left the warriors den, his fur mattered. He sat down and began grooming it until it was mostly clean, he didn't really have the patience for cleaning music.
Cucumberpickle saw Nighthowl alone in the clearing and approached him silently before speaking in his deep voice to Nighthowl," Morning Nighthowl. It's a nice morning." He meowed
The sunlight was filtering in through the leaves lighting the clearing and also blinding anyone who looked to the North. The leaves weren't changing colors, except for a few trees that were. There were a bunch of squirrels and birds on the fresh kill pile. Kits mewls were coming from the nursery, some warriors were dragging the apprentices out of the apprentice den, some warriors were just returning from dawn patrol and getting food or returning to the warriors den. Queens looked warn out and felt bad for them.