Post by Deleted on Aug 26, 2009 15:41:37 GMT -5
Sandypelt's fur glittered in dawn's early light. 'A day worth a fat trout.' her mother, Flameleaf, had once said. She settled down, thinking of all she had left behind through her life- Brightkit, her loyal, friendly, comforting sister, Flameleaf, her wise, smart mother, Cloudtail, her smart, loyal, strong father, Spotpaw, her helpful apprentice friend, she had loyaly died protecting her, Firesong, her patient mentor, and Nightfoot, her patient, mysterious mentor. Her former life.
Sandypelt recited what Flameleaf had told her before she died- short, but true and caring. "Life is something to be grateful for." Sandypelt murmered under her breath. "Starclan, thank you for this day of Greenleaf." She turned, still thinking of her lost friends and family.
Settling down in front of the camp entrance, and began licking her long pale-ginger pelt. It was a nice day. She shouldn't ruin it by thinking about the negative things in her life. She forced a smile. Why don't I go see Dawnstar? Sandypelt padded over to the fresh-kill pile and plucked a plump sparrow. Carefully, she carried it to the Leader Den. Stopping to think, she decided to ask if she could go on a patrol.
"Hello, Dawnstar." The she-cat greeted. "Would you like to share a sparrow?"
Padding in, she sat down. "Oh, also, may I go on patrol later?" Sandypelt held back the grief of her lost friends from her face, trying to look happy. But she wasn't. "May I please?" Anything to get her mind of her mind of off her former Clanmates.
Sandypelt recited what Flameleaf had told her before she died- short, but true and caring. "Life is something to be grateful for." Sandypelt murmered under her breath. "Starclan, thank you for this day of Greenleaf." She turned, still thinking of her lost friends and family.
Settling down in front of the camp entrance, and began licking her long pale-ginger pelt. It was a nice day. She shouldn't ruin it by thinking about the negative things in her life. She forced a smile. Why don't I go see Dawnstar? Sandypelt padded over to the fresh-kill pile and plucked a plump sparrow. Carefully, she carried it to the Leader Den. Stopping to think, she decided to ask if she could go on a patrol.
"Hello, Dawnstar." The she-cat greeted. "Would you like to share a sparrow?"
Padding in, she sat down. "Oh, also, may I go on patrol later?" Sandypelt held back the grief of her lost friends from her face, trying to look happy. But she wasn't. "May I please?" Anything to get her mind of her mind of off her former Clanmates.