Post by Thornpaw on Jul 9, 2007 16:24:09 GMT -5
She had left the kits safely in the nursery, their bodies packed together for warmth as they lumbered in the dying afternoon sun. Their snores trailed after her as she left the thicket and into the crisp summer air. Dancingwind sucked in a deep breath, drinking in the rich scent of the afternoon. She stretched, flexing her claws, then headed toward Fernstar’s den. A patrol had not been lead in a while and Dancingwind took it upon herself to see the job done. Maybe I could bring Scorchpaw along, she though merrily. The apprentice had helped her tremendously with her kits and was and all around excellent contributor to the clan. Its about time she became a warrior, Dancingwind furrowed her brow in thought. She had proven herself time and time again, and had all but completed the necessary training. Though she was not her mentor, she maybe it would be appropriate to bring it up, while requesting permission to lead a patrol along the borders. So much to do! As she approached the den, she peered into the den, the light from the sun casting shadow across the den floor. “Fernstar? Fernstar, may I speak with you for a moment?”