Post by Brave on Dec 26, 2018 2:34:08 GMT
Our History is Not Our Destiny
Deerbreeze - Male - Fireclan
TAG: PikaJoker WORDS: 225. NOTES: Hope this is alright^^
Deerbreeze ducked out from inside the warriors den, his jaws parted in a yawn. Teeth flashing in the early morning glimmer of sunshine just visible on the horizon. He stretched out his lanky form claws kneading at the crisp morning ground. It was chilly but not nearly as cold as it had been the past few moons. New-leaf had finally arrived melting the snow and bringing with it warmer weather and much needed prey. The pale tabby strode across the camp with purpose gentle green eyes sweeping the mostly empty clearing. The first morning patrol would of left before sunrise, along with a hunting party.
After a quick look around the tom decided a morning run would suit him nicely. Within a few short strides he was almost out the clearing when he stumbled over a stone most likely placed their by mischievous kits. Tripping, he managed to catch himself but found himself bumping into the white form of a fellow warrior. "Oof!" He grunts in surprise. He quickly pulled away, straightening with an apologetic look at the cat. "Sorry about that Snowwhisker." He says in his usual jovial tone. "I guess I haven't quite woken up all the way." He jokes, teeth flashing as he flickers his long tail behind him. "Say are you busy?" He adds nodding towards the exit. "I was going to take a run along the borders, if you care to join me?" He offers.