Post by The Everlasting SUNNEH. on Apr 23, 2006 8:16:42 GMT -5
The black sky shone above Rosebush, and the stars of Silverpelt twinkled with majesty and beauty. Their life-long assisstance would always be there to comfort her and the Clans, even in the time of deception and bloodspill. The stars would be there.... even when famine ruled. Rosebush would not know it then though. Hunger would grasp her mind, and the well-fed members of Starclan would seem like mocking brethern, whom never understand your ways. But they would be there. Rosebush knew it.
The breeze tickled her nose, and even though it was almost moon-high, Rosebush had no intention of going to rest. She knew most, if not all of the other warriors, kits, apprentices, elders, and probably the deputy and leader were asleep too. But something told her that deep in the shadows... something was not asleep. Something with fangs. Something with bloodthirsty intentions. Something.... something that would come for Windclan. Something that would come when they least expected it.
Rosebush sat unsettled in the center of camp, her eyes rapidly scanning the terrain, and her ears pricked and alert for danger. She felt like a gaurd or something. Something that would risk her life against a threat to the clan. But she was. That was what being a warrior was all about. You didn't really have a choice though. Unless you went to be a rogue or loner. But your worse of alone. Here, Rosebush knew she had the clan beside her. And she would use fang and claw to destroy and conquer anything that set foot or paw on Windclan territory.
Rosebush held her head high in pride. Her tail swooshed slightly, and she turned back, getting ready to circle around center of camp.
The breeze tickled her nose, and even though it was almost moon-high, Rosebush had no intention of going to rest. She knew most, if not all of the other warriors, kits, apprentices, elders, and probably the deputy and leader were asleep too. But something told her that deep in the shadows... something was not asleep. Something with fangs. Something with bloodthirsty intentions. Something.... something that would come for Windclan. Something that would come when they least expected it.
Rosebush sat unsettled in the center of camp, her eyes rapidly scanning the terrain, and her ears pricked and alert for danger. She felt like a gaurd or something. Something that would risk her life against a threat to the clan. But she was. That was what being a warrior was all about. You didn't really have a choice though. Unless you went to be a rogue or loner. But your worse of alone. Here, Rosebush knew she had the clan beside her. And she would use fang and claw to destroy and conquer anything that set foot or paw on Windclan territory.
Rosebush held her head high in pride. Her tail swooshed slightly, and she turned back, getting ready to circle around center of camp.
"Your welcome. Leafkit's doing well, she very energetic now a days. Hard to keep up with her" She replied whiskers twitching in amusement, thinking of Leafkit. She snapped out of her thoughts at Rosebush's question. "Yes, it always seems chilly in the morning." She said, looking around the camp. Her ears perked at the sound of kits mewling, Maywhisker turned her head toward the Nursery, wondering if her daughter had woken up. She, too, felt something bad would occur but thought of it as normal protective mother instincts. She flicked her ears nervously at the feeling and stared up at silver pelt. "I'll gaurd the camp with you." She said suddenly, looking over at Rosebush.
