Post by M'Lady on Apr 6, 2019 0:45:14 GMT
It was turning out to be a rather wonderful day. Firechaser had been on an uneventful but brisk dawn patrol that morning, and they had hunted the plentiful forest on the way back. The clan was fed well and there was prey to spare, and the best part was that his startlingly bright coat of fur no longer stood out against the stark white of leafbare. No, he was back in his element once again, and he wasn't taking a break anytime soon. For the first time in awhile, Firechaser felt rather... Relaxed. It was a strange feeling, for one so strict as himself, for the friends and family he's lost. He missed Snowsight desperately, the blind tom was the only one who really understood him. Or at least could calm him down on bad days. He let out a soft sigh, yellow eyes flickering in faint annoyance as a root jutted out on the path in front of him, and he paused before stepping over it.
He was out hunting again now, and had already caught a squirrel and a rather annoying blackbird. Honestly, the latter had been more out of spite than anything else. At this point, he figured he might as well check the border again while he was out. No need for the Mothclan cats to get cocky. They were always a piece of work, though the fiery tom was sure none would dare step a toe out of line if he gave the markers a good prowl. So he head in that direction, and slowed to a stop as he reached the marked line, a flicker of surprise moving across his features.
There was a patch of daffodils.
He shouldn't be at all surprised, they were a harbinger of spring, after all. But they were the first he'd seen since Snowsight vanished. They had been a good favorite. A bright yellow which made Firechaser rather happy, and a lovely scent that his best friend enjoyed. His little sisters had like them too, he remembered. When he used to bring flowers back for them in the older days. A fond gleam entered yellow eyes, though nothing else upon his face betrayed his emotions, as he lifted a paw to delicately cup at the petals careful claws. A lovely yellow indeed.
He was out hunting again now, and had already caught a squirrel and a rather annoying blackbird. Honestly, the latter had been more out of spite than anything else. At this point, he figured he might as well check the border again while he was out. No need for the Mothclan cats to get cocky. They were always a piece of work, though the fiery tom was sure none would dare step a toe out of line if he gave the markers a good prowl. So he head in that direction, and slowed to a stop as he reached the marked line, a flicker of surprise moving across his features.
There was a patch of daffodils.
He shouldn't be at all surprised, they were a harbinger of spring, after all. But they were the first he'd seen since Snowsight vanished. They had been a good favorite. A bright yellow which made Firechaser rather happy, and a lovely scent that his best friend enjoyed. His little sisters had like them too, he remembered. When he used to bring flowers back for them in the older days. A fond gleam entered yellow eyes, though nothing else upon his face betrayed his emotions, as he lifted a paw to delicately cup at the petals careful claws. A lovely yellow indeed.