- Jun 8, 2022
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After moons of snow and biting cold winds, it was nice to have more pleasant and temperate weather bearing down upon the clans. Soon the river would recede and she could swim to sunningrocks again.
With warmer weather, it seemed that the whole forest was waking up again. Now that they were no longer constrained by sudden snowdrifts, the clan was becoming increasingly active both in terms of hunting patrols and regular border patrols. More prey and rarely-seen birds and river animals were beginning to emerge by the day, lured out by the promise of spring and all the riches it brought with it. It was only recently that Smokethroar had gotten swarmed by tiny crabs. A few of her clanmates had even spoken of seeing turtles and snakes, the latter of which Lilybloom had to admit she hadn't seen much of in her life. A fact for which she was very grateful not being particularly fond of them.
She and her patrol were nearing the river's edge when Lilybloom spots something in the river. She gestures for some of the cats nearby to slow down, gesturing to the shape on the water. It only takes a few more steps forward for Lilybloom to register what she is looking at. A heron. It moved very slowly in the water, wings outstretched to block the light. "Do you think it'll catch anything?" Lilybloom asked in a quiet tone to the cat nearest her. Her green eyes watched the bird with interest as it moved its head side to side before thrusting it into the water and deftly catching a fish.
With warmer weather, it seemed that the whole forest was waking up again. Now that they were no longer constrained by sudden snowdrifts, the clan was becoming increasingly active both in terms of hunting patrols and regular border patrols. More prey and rarely-seen birds and river animals were beginning to emerge by the day, lured out by the promise of spring and all the riches it brought with it. It was only recently that Smokethroar had gotten swarmed by tiny crabs. A few of her clanmates had even spoken of seeing turtles and snakes, the latter of which Lilybloom had to admit she hadn't seen much of in her life. A fact for which she was very grateful not being particularly fond of them.
She and her patrol were nearing the river's edge when Lilybloom spots something in the river. She gestures for some of the cats nearby to slow down, gesturing to the shape on the water. It only takes a few more steps forward for Lilybloom to register what she is looking at. A heron. It moved very slowly in the water, wings outstretched to block the light. "Do you think it'll catch anything?" Lilybloom asked in a quiet tone to the cat nearest her. Her green eyes watched the bird with interest as it moved its head side to side before thrusting it into the water and deftly catching a fish.