Post by M'Lady on Oct 28, 2017 20:29:37 GMT
Rainfur had been right, it was starting to feel a bit like home. It certainly helped that she had Shadowpaw back, that more of her makeshift family had returned to her. She'd been so relieved, she had curled around her apprentice and hadn't let him move for several minutes. Loyalty was everything to Owlstar, and nothing had ever hurt her more than letting the tom be washed away and not immediately throwing herself after him. She led the clans to their new home, but she had still felt guilt eating her up for leaving him behind. But he was home, all was well, they were all home.
Owlstar stepped out of the den that was slowly growing more familiar to her, stretching out in the clearing until her bones cracked and a sense of ease settled over her. A satisfied sigh escaped her maw, and she leisurely strolled through the freshkill pile. Her eyes grazed over it, and she decided to send out another hunting patrol at sunhigh. The dawn patrol would get back soon, but they wouldn't have been hunting. She needed to send as many cats out as often as possible, all the better for learning the new borders in the territory. Mistclan, she wasn't worried about. But this new group, Mothclan they called themselves, were a little too aggressive for her tastes.
She picked a grouse to have, her favorite type of prey, and then strode a few tail lengths from the freshkill pile to settle down, to tuck in and eat. She wasn't rather hungry so early in the morning, but she couldn't remember if she'd eaten at all yesterday. Oh well, a few bites this early wouldn't hurt her. She glanced around camp, surprised when she saw a familiar pelt of bluish gray fur. Was that Rainfur? Up and about before sunhigh? She nearly laughed, but instead rose her voice to call him over. "Rainfur! Come join me, won't you?" She hummed, flicking her tail to beckon him without standing up.
Owlstar stepped out of the den that was slowly growing more familiar to her, stretching out in the clearing until her bones cracked and a sense of ease settled over her. A satisfied sigh escaped her maw, and she leisurely strolled through the freshkill pile. Her eyes grazed over it, and she decided to send out another hunting patrol at sunhigh. The dawn patrol would get back soon, but they wouldn't have been hunting. She needed to send as many cats out as often as possible, all the better for learning the new borders in the territory. Mistclan, she wasn't worried about. But this new group, Mothclan they called themselves, were a little too aggressive for her tastes.
She picked a grouse to have, her favorite type of prey, and then strode a few tail lengths from the freshkill pile to settle down, to tuck in and eat. She wasn't rather hungry so early in the morning, but she couldn't remember if she'd eaten at all yesterday. Oh well, a few bites this early wouldn't hurt her. She glanced around camp, surprised when she saw a familiar pelt of bluish gray fur. Was that Rainfur? Up and about before sunhigh? She nearly laughed, but instead rose her voice to call him over. "Rainfur! Come join me, won't you?" She hummed, flicking her tail to beckon him without standing up.