Post by Miss Tactical on Dec 13, 2018 0:44:51 GMT
Ever since they were made warriors, Redwing had spent less time with his favorite comrade. The red tom peaked out of the warriors den watching the snow fall from the sky, and his whiskers twitched with amusement. There was something pleasant about the cold fluff falling from the sky. He took a paw, scooped up the snow and watched it fall hitting his flame colored fur. He grinned slightly before trotting out of the warrior’s den, and out into the forest. He had a grand plan, and no snow was going to ruin it. He had to apologize to the fiery she-cat for not being around as much. Training with his mentor had taken up a lot of his time, and now that he was a warrior, he had all the time in the world.
Redwing marched into the open lands, hopping in snow piles sending it scattering in all sorts of directions with a loud WOOOSH he watched it land in a glittery manner. When Cherryhawk and himself were kits, they always exchanged gifts, he often wondered if she kept the green stone his father had given him. He looked up to the sky, his one good eye softer and watery, his father had lost his life during the great battle and had many fond memories as a kit, and he hoped that when Brackenstar made him a warrior, he was proud.
He puffed out his chest and continued towards the tracks, that’s where the best stones were after all. He pushed snow aside, and below were shiny stones, the snow must have washed away the dirt, these were certainly nice. Perhaps the best gems were hidden out of sight after all. He finally found one he liked, amber in color, with a light dull sparkle, she would certainly like this one! Yes this would make a good apology gift. The tom picked it up with his teeth and pranced around in circles proud of his rather nice find, and he hoped that Cherryhawk would like it too.
Redwing marched into the open lands, hopping in snow piles sending it scattering in all sorts of directions with a loud WOOOSH he watched it land in a glittery manner. When Cherryhawk and himself were kits, they always exchanged gifts, he often wondered if she kept the green stone his father had given him. He looked up to the sky, his one good eye softer and watery, his father had lost his life during the great battle and had many fond memories as a kit, and he hoped that when Brackenstar made him a warrior, he was proud.
He puffed out his chest and continued towards the tracks, that’s where the best stones were after all. He pushed snow aside, and below were shiny stones, the snow must have washed away the dirt, these were certainly nice. Perhaps the best gems were hidden out of sight after all. He finally found one he liked, amber in color, with a light dull sparkle, she would certainly like this one! Yes this would make a good apology gift. The tom picked it up with his teeth and pranced around in circles proud of his rather nice find, and he hoped that Cherryhawk would like it too.