[wren]

(( I'm so sorry it's taken so long to get around too !! I lost my computer and couldn't find it til today! Bare with me though I'm still not completely over my sickness ))

@dior


The sun was just beginning to creep up over the horizon casting grim shadows of the clearing across the ground in long claw marks. The sky was a nice mix of light and dark colours, with a deep blue to a purple and lastly a pinky orange nearest to the sun. It seemed to chase away last nights haziness with promises of a good day. Sundapple had pulled herself out of her nest early, she had awoken to the sound of other warriors pulling themselves from sleep into the territory for an early morming patrol, likely organized by the cream and ginger deputy before they had gone to bed the night before. Somehow the Somali she cat pushed herself out of her nest before the sun had risen higher than the streamstone and found herself staring at the whole morning unfold. She knew that she wasn't going to patrol even if she was asked, the defiance she held must've been greater than anyone else in the clan.
She stood there her long feathery tail brushing by her ankles and her head slightly cocked upwards to study the sky like it was the most interesting thing in the world. After a while of standing and the boredom seemed to creep up on her she turned and trotted off towards the freshkill pile, well, maybe not fresh. She rolled her shoulders back hearing the satisfying pop that sent a shiver down her spine before coming to a stop by the small pile. Sadly there was nothing there, which was really to be expected, just a few messily fish and a water shrew which looked like it had been there for the whole moon. ' ' yuck! ' ' she thought in distane. She cranned her neck and plucked the shrew by the tail scrunching up her nose and twitching her whiskers. ' ' ugh! What decency does one need to toss this thing out? ' ' she raised her head and raised her lips as if this was mouse bile and somehow made it towards the dirt place and tossing it out without thinking to bury it. ' ' those hunters better be back soon, I'm hungry and I couldn't possibly eat those ' ' she was referring to the pile of messily fish that remained in the center of the camp.