- May 6, 2024
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It was a rather pleasant new leaf morning in the RiverClan camp. Blue skies stretched from horizon to horizon, and despite the refreshing warmth of the day the air remained crisp and clear. Sunlight bled through the trees upon the sand, and a gentle breeze swept across from the river. It was in this perfect day that, shockingly, a cat stepped forth from the warriors den. He was an imposing figure, large and long-furred with a broad face and feathery tail. His sunkissed chocolate fur was long and flowed like water as he stepped with surprising gentleness along the sand to stretch and bask in the morning warmth. One could see as he did that his size was not all fur - there was taught muscle beneath (Though his pouch was a little on the fatty side...). Despite his size, however, there was nothing but gentle kindness to his face. He looked upon kits playing, apprentices struggling with fresh kill, even bickering warriors with almost grandfatherly patience. While he was not an old cat by any means, still in the prime of his life, there was something of the old soul to this proud warrior - a glint to his emerald eyes that seemed to imply a life that had seen much, but held no bitterness. With a wide, toothy yawn the warrior settled down to groom himself.