Post by Broken Whitepaw on May 14, 2007 16:12:35 GMT -5
Bight,intelligent green eyes surveyed the camp.Moonfrost playing with her kits...Whitepaw and Smokypaw out practicing with their mentors....The basic going-ons of Windclan camp.Nightcloud`s black pelt stuck out like a sore thumb on the bare landscape,with dark grey splotches.His claws unsheathed,hooking himself into the ground outside the brambles of the camp.Guarding,he was.For no apparent reason either.Nothing seemed nearly as threatening this early in the morning.But,Nightcloud felt the need.The need to watch over his clanmates and home.So nothing bad EVER happened again.Never.