Post by Sorro on May 9, 2009 21:52:37 GMT -7
The whispery wind murmured in Shadowedclaw's ears. The silent words drew her from the peaceful slumber that had claimed her the night before. It was just before sunrise. The trees’ silver limbs cut the dawning sky into abstract bits. Blinking the sleep from her green eyes she crawled from her bed and into the camp clearing and toward the cherry tree. Her paws padded against the varying texture of sand and roots. Her pace was solemn and morbid as strode across the clearing. For the moment she was peaceful. The hunting parties and patrols had all been prepared the day before. From the corners of her eyes she saw the cats emerge and slip off to perform their duties. No words were spoken; it was as if she existed in a separate world than them. Closing her eyes she stretched and felt her sleek onyx body finally chase away the last of the drowsiness that plagued her. The first of the morning’s rays drew her eyes open. She had a rare moment of peace. Still, chaos tended to strike during these moments of serenity, a fact that she kept forefront in her mind. If the day was going to continue running smoothly she’d have to stay calm and alert.