Post by Stormchaser on Mar 26, 2007 5:52:06 GMT -5
Stormchaser grunted as he padded into the warrior's den. He stretched himself out a little, as there were no others there. Tawnypelt was with her kits, Ghostclaw...Stormchaser paused for a moment, and began to clean himself...Ghostclaw, Stormchaser didn't know where he was. The myserious ShadowClan deputy wasn't in sight.
Stormchaser padded over to the fresh kill pile, believing that he should enjoy something, considering he had spent a good amount of time mentoring Blazepaw. If only the young apprentice would learn. That would do him some good. Stormchaser chose a plump rabbit, one he had caught earlier when he had been hunting. The warrior picked it up and padded silently back to the warrior's den.
The tom began to rip the rabbit apart, drinking the sweet blood within. Sitting here reminded him of the old days of ShadowClan, when Darkstar led. A shudder went down the warrior's spine, but he quickly stopped. His fur was slightly ragged from not being cleaned for a while. After he ate, Stormchaser decided he would resume his cleaning. The medium-length fur was often rather messy. He was used to it.
Finally, after much ripping and tearing and swallowing, the warrior had eaten the rabbit. He looked down at the corpse, now crowfood. Shrugging, he turned away from it for a moment, and began to groom his coat.
Stormchaser padded over to the fresh kill pile, believing that he should enjoy something, considering he had spent a good amount of time mentoring Blazepaw. If only the young apprentice would learn. That would do him some good. Stormchaser chose a plump rabbit, one he had caught earlier when he had been hunting. The warrior picked it up and padded silently back to the warrior's den.
The tom began to rip the rabbit apart, drinking the sweet blood within. Sitting here reminded him of the old days of ShadowClan, when Darkstar led. A shudder went down the warrior's spine, but he quickly stopped. His fur was slightly ragged from not being cleaned for a while. After he ate, Stormchaser decided he would resume his cleaning. The medium-length fur was often rather messy. He was used to it.
Finally, after much ripping and tearing and swallowing, the warrior had eaten the rabbit. He looked down at the corpse, now crowfood. Shrugging, he turned away from it for a moment, and began to groom his coat.