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Joined: Jul 2008 Gender: Female  Posts: 19 Location: Being Karma: 1 |  | ~Hooray~ « Thread Started on Aug 7, 2008, 12:33am » | |
OOC: First rp thread I believe? :]]
A black tom padded silently through the forest, a large vole clamped firmly in between his jaws. As he stepped through the barrier that protected the Thunderclan camp, he shook leaves and brambles from his pelt. Padding onwards, he dropped the vole on to the fresh-kill pile, eyeing it wistfully before padding away. His clan had to be fed first.
Sitting down heavily on his rump, he raised a paw to clean it of any mud, how he disliked dirt! As he cleaned the dirt away, his whiskers twitched in disgust, it wasn't hos favourite taste. After his small cleaning routine he lifted his head to glance around the camp. Life went on as usual and this pleased the powerful tom. Rising to his paws once again, he stretched his stiff limbs and padded towards the fresh-kill pile. He deserved it, he told himself, sniffing at each piece of prey in turn. Eventually he just chose the vole he had caught earlier and carried it away to eat by himself.
The clan was healthy at the moment and this pleased him. A peaceful sigh escaped his jaws as he slowly picked at the warm prey in front of him while watching the goings on of the camp. Life in Thunderclan was comfortable and, he had to admit, rather easy going.
As leader of his clan he felt proud to be amoung these noble cats. He felt proud to be the cat named to lead them. Owlstar's thoughts carried him away as usual and when he was finally brought back to his senses he had no idea how long it'd been. The vole was now cold and darkness was creeping up on them.
Sighing, he rested his chin on his paws, wondering when the patrols would return
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