Post by CRICKETSONG on Jun 14, 2015 9:46:41 GMT -5
our voices carry
careful words we can barely speak out loud
Cricketsong sat at the edge of the field of reeds, peering into the river. With a twitch of her ear, she allowed her algae-colored eyes to flutter shut. The stoney she-cat heard the water whispering around the occasional rock that peaked above the surface. She gave a soft, contented sigh under her breath. It was at times like these that Cricketsong wished she could make a nest by the stream surrounding the camp, instead of sleeping in the warriors' den.
Suddenly unable to contain herself any longer, the RiverClan warrior gave a delighted trill and charged into the shallows, droplets of water flying around her. When she reached the deepest part of the river, Cricketsong dove below the surface and batted at the rocky bottom. As she did, she kicked off and shot up to the surface, her head breaking through the water and splashing. The gray warrior then lifted her gaze to the sky, seeing the sun was almost directly overhead.
It's sunhigh, Cricketsong thought as she shook the water out of her ears and paddled toward the surface, stopping when the water reached her belly. Foxpaw should be here soon. We were supposed to meet soon.
Willing to wait -- but not willing to leave the water -- the warrior decided to sit in the water, relishing the flow of the river over her haunches.
Suddenly unable to contain herself any longer, the RiverClan warrior gave a delighted trill and charged into the shallows, droplets of water flying around her. When she reached the deepest part of the river, Cricketsong dove below the surface and batted at the rocky bottom. As she did, she kicked off and shot up to the surface, her head breaking through the water and splashing. The gray warrior then lifted her gaze to the sky, seeing the sun was almost directly overhead.
It's sunhigh, Cricketsong thought as she shook the water out of her ears and paddled toward the surface, stopping when the water reached her belly. Foxpaw should be here soon. We were supposed to meet soon.
Willing to wait -- but not willing to leave the water -- the warrior decided to sit in the water, relishing the flow of the river over her haunches.
"Speaking" | Thinking
227 | FOXPAW | Sorry it's short. ^^;
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