- Jun 7, 2022
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BORN TO FIND THAT GREAT UNKNOWN ⋆⁺₊⋆
prompt: the color green/forest green
The time had finally come. She had been in the nursery for moons, it felt strange now to have such freedom. That morning, she had cleaned the rest of her nest out, and moved what she could back into the warrior's den. She couldn't wait to sleep next to Flycatcher again. Nightmares hadn't interrupted her dreams much after the kits had been born, probably because she hadn't slept too heavily. There had been a few times however that she had been startled awake, the fears of her dreams still fresh on her mind.
Once she was done with her nest, she glanced around for her mate, but she didn't see him in the camp. I'm going to go stretch my legs then. she decided, before quickly slipping out of the camp's exit like a giddy apprentice on her first day outside. As she emerged through the tunnel, she would pause at the mouth of the forest. It was just as beautiful as she remembered it. The Lead Warrior took in a deep breath, closing her eyes as all of the smells reunited with her senses. As if the deep inhale gave her a boost, the red tabby would then dart forward into the undergrowth.
Her claws gripped the ground as she ran, as if not wanting to let go from the surface she had missed so much. Flamewhisker would draw her head back, and let out a joyful cackle. If anyone saw her right now, they would probably question if she was alright.
Suddenly, the Great Sycamore came into view. It was then that the adrenaline rush began to die down, and she could feel her aching muscles. Her pace slowed, until she came to the base of the large tree. I shouldn't have ran like that...I know how out of shape I am...but it felt so good. she thought, as she slowly collapsed to the ground. A nap...I need to rest.. The area around her faded away, and she slowly slipped off into a rest.
After a little while, her eyes blinked open. Oh no, it's been awhile! she thought embarrassedly. Rolling over onto her back, she would gaze up at the sky...but from right here, she could only see the leaves. Dark green clouds of foliage replaced the beautiful blue sky, but right now that was alright. She had always thought they were just as beautiful. In a branch above her, a small bird landed and glanced down at her. It tilted its head curiously, before flying away. A purr rumbled in her throat, and she finally rolled over onto her belly so she could heave herself up. "I love it here." she would say to herself, before padding back to the camp.
Padding through the tunnel, and into the clearing of the camp, she would be quite the sight. Leaves stuck in her pelt, along with twigs and whatever else had decided to cling to her from her adventure. She looked similar to her kits had before she accused them of looking like porcupines, but she didn't care. She had gotten to burn off all that pent up energy, and that was all she cared about.
prompt: the color green/forest green
The time had finally come. She had been in the nursery for moons, it felt strange now to have such freedom. That morning, she had cleaned the rest of her nest out, and moved what she could back into the warrior's den. She couldn't wait to sleep next to Flycatcher again. Nightmares hadn't interrupted her dreams much after the kits had been born, probably because she hadn't slept too heavily. There had been a few times however that she had been startled awake, the fears of her dreams still fresh on her mind.
Once she was done with her nest, she glanced around for her mate, but she didn't see him in the camp. I'm going to go stretch my legs then. she decided, before quickly slipping out of the camp's exit like a giddy apprentice on her first day outside. As she emerged through the tunnel, she would pause at the mouth of the forest. It was just as beautiful as she remembered it. The Lead Warrior took in a deep breath, closing her eyes as all of the smells reunited with her senses. As if the deep inhale gave her a boost, the red tabby would then dart forward into the undergrowth.
Her claws gripped the ground as she ran, as if not wanting to let go from the surface she had missed so much. Flamewhisker would draw her head back, and let out a joyful cackle. If anyone saw her right now, they would probably question if she was alright.
Suddenly, the Great Sycamore came into view. It was then that the adrenaline rush began to die down, and she could feel her aching muscles. Her pace slowed, until she came to the base of the large tree. I shouldn't have ran like that...I know how out of shape I am...but it felt so good. she thought, as she slowly collapsed to the ground. A nap...I need to rest.. The area around her faded away, and she slowly slipped off into a rest.
After a little while, her eyes blinked open. Oh no, it's been awhile! she thought embarrassedly. Rolling over onto her back, she would gaze up at the sky...but from right here, she could only see the leaves. Dark green clouds of foliage replaced the beautiful blue sky, but right now that was alright. She had always thought they were just as beautiful. In a branch above her, a small bird landed and glanced down at her. It tilted its head curiously, before flying away. A purr rumbled in her throat, and she finally rolled over onto her belly so she could heave herself up. "I love it here." she would say to herself, before padding back to the camp.
Padding through the tunnel, and into the clearing of the camp, she would be quite the sight. Leaves stuck in her pelt, along with twigs and whatever else had decided to cling to her from her adventure. She looked similar to her kits had before she accused them of looking like porcupines, but she didn't care. She had gotten to burn off all that pent up energy, and that was all she cared about.
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