Post by PikaJoker on Dec 21, 2018 4:56:33 GMT
The night air was cool and a sliver of the moon peeked behind a cloud in the sky. Nobody would be out at this time which meant there was no chance in getting caught. Snowwhisker halted when he reached the FireClan border. The taste of catmint was tantilizing in his mouth, but the white tom didn’t dare to eat the precious herbs. He glanced over his shoulder, trying to make sure no one was following him. Without another thought, he crossed the border, running at top speed. He came skidding to a halt when he reached his destination.
In front of the white tom was a small pile of rocks. Snowwhisker felt around until he felt a lose stone. He pulled it out and there was a small cranny. He placed the herbs in it before covering it back up. The tom glanced around again, trying to make sure he wasn’t seen. If anyone found out he was smuggling herbs to non FireClan cats, it wouldn’t end well for him. He shook out his fur, wishing it was thicker in the crisp air. The moon was covered completely now. Snowwhisker couldn’t help but scoff as he remembered the tales of StarClan sending storms or covering the moon as a sign of discontent. A story for naughty kits. The thought was quickly tossed aside.
Snowwhisker needed to get back inside his borders. He knew he was a sitting rabbit out here and he wasn’t testing his luck. The tom felt a thrill of excitement at getting caught. He just wanted to see whoever caught him expression. He tossed that thought aside as well. He couldn’t let boredom get him in trouble. Snowwhisker started making his way back to the border until a shadow caught his eye. He immediately lowered his body in a defensive position. He hoped it was just his eyes playing tricks on him and not some fearsome foe. He waited to see what was watching him, his ears twitching.
In front of the white tom was a small pile of rocks. Snowwhisker felt around until he felt a lose stone. He pulled it out and there was a small cranny. He placed the herbs in it before covering it back up. The tom glanced around again, trying to make sure he wasn’t seen. If anyone found out he was smuggling herbs to non FireClan cats, it wouldn’t end well for him. He shook out his fur, wishing it was thicker in the crisp air. The moon was covered completely now. Snowwhisker couldn’t help but scoff as he remembered the tales of StarClan sending storms or covering the moon as a sign of discontent. A story for naughty kits. The thought was quickly tossed aside.
Snowwhisker needed to get back inside his borders. He knew he was a sitting rabbit out here and he wasn’t testing his luck. The tom felt a thrill of excitement at getting caught. He just wanted to see whoever caught him expression. He tossed that thought aside as well. He couldn’t let boredom get him in trouble. Snowwhisker started making his way back to the border until a shadow caught his eye. He immediately lowered his body in a defensive position. He hoped it was just his eyes playing tricks on him and not some fearsome foe. He waited to see what was watching him, his ears twitching.