Post by wardshill on May 1, 2015 1:14:46 GMT
Venus Ambassador Has Been Sentenced to Death!
The now elderly Minkwhisker trotted through the small forest, not caring about anything really. She had been fed well-which was two squirrels a day. As a rogue, her hunting and fighting skills decreased as she aged. Now about sixty moons to be close to that amount. However, she had not yet planned on what she would do once she couldn't hunt anymore.
While walking through, a pale shape ruffled among the wildly growing bushes. This slightly caught Minkwhisker's pale golden eye, but she flipped it off once walking off once again for shelter. As Minkwhisker thought about the shape, she decided it was a cat just wandering around. Possibly A ThunderClan one. She wrinkled her nose in disgust at the thought.
As dusk rose among the starry Greenleaf sky, Minkwhisker settled among a nest under a rock, her gaze looking around the forest in search of anything that would of made her drift off. But nothing, so she was left to ponder the thought. All she wanted to do was sleep, but of course that was never going to happen. As soon as Minkwhisker got up in complete boredom, a slightly familiar scent wafted through her stuffy nose. As being lured by the scent, Minkwhisker followed it.
The slender, and ginger cat slowly rolled out of her soft bedding. As a senior warrior, she was almost to become an elder. Possibly she could go on a slightly enjoyable adventure. As walking out of the den, she heard all the quiet sounds of Greenleaf-cats snoring. As slowly creeping out of camp and almost crawling onto ShadowClan territory when a faint scent of.. Smoke tickled her nose? She knew she would break the warrior code, but Embersight knew this was far more important. She couldn't let the lake burn down!
After dashing through the forest with stress, she finally came to the Thunderpath. Thus, one of the nests was on fire-no. Most of them. Loud sirens blasted her eardrums as she tried to run towards one of the nests, but tripped and fell into a bush.
The tom watched the amber flames burn up the large nests. He had caused this fire by getting angry at one of his enemies and running through houses and knocking over candles via chasing him. Slightly satisfied, he watched, until a pale brown figure appeared through some long grass. Who... He wondered and stridden to the large cat. "May I ask who you are?" He commanded to the other cat. "Venus." The other cat replied. Right. He thought with sarcasm dripping from the thought.
"Venus." Minkwhisker replied, just thinking of a random name that she could use. "Common name, huh. Doesn't seem real, but alright." He chuckled, swatting 'Venus' on the cheek with a paw. Minkwhisker's short temper built up. Whatever. She spat mentally.
[Your dear Wards needs to work on this later.]
The now elderly Minkwhisker trotted through the small forest, not caring about anything really. She had been fed well-which was two squirrels a day. As a rogue, her hunting and fighting skills decreased as she aged. Now about sixty moons to be close to that amount. However, she had not yet planned on what she would do once she couldn't hunt anymore.
While walking through, a pale shape ruffled among the wildly growing bushes. This slightly caught Minkwhisker's pale golden eye, but she flipped it off once walking off once again for shelter. As Minkwhisker thought about the shape, she decided it was a cat just wandering around. Possibly A ThunderClan one. She wrinkled her nose in disgust at the thought.
As dusk rose among the starry Greenleaf sky, Minkwhisker settled among a nest under a rock, her gaze looking around the forest in search of anything that would of made her drift off. But nothing, so she was left to ponder the thought. All she wanted to do was sleep, but of course that was never going to happen. As soon as Minkwhisker got up in complete boredom, a slightly familiar scent wafted through her stuffy nose. As being lured by the scent, Minkwhisker followed it.
The slender, and ginger cat slowly rolled out of her soft bedding. As a senior warrior, she was almost to become an elder. Possibly she could go on a slightly enjoyable adventure. As walking out of the den, she heard all the quiet sounds of Greenleaf-cats snoring. As slowly creeping out of camp and almost crawling onto ShadowClan territory when a faint scent of.. Smoke tickled her nose? She knew she would break the warrior code, but Embersight knew this was far more important. She couldn't let the lake burn down!
After dashing through the forest with stress, she finally came to the Thunderpath. Thus, one of the nests was on fire-no. Most of them. Loud sirens blasted her eardrums as she tried to run towards one of the nests, but tripped and fell into a bush.
The tom watched the amber flames burn up the large nests. He had caused this fire by getting angry at one of his enemies and running through houses and knocking over candles via chasing him. Slightly satisfied, he watched, until a pale brown figure appeared through some long grass. Who... He wondered and stridden to the large cat. "May I ask who you are?" He commanded to the other cat. "Venus." The other cat replied. Right. He thought with sarcasm dripping from the thought.
"Venus." Minkwhisker replied, just thinking of a random name that she could use. "Common name, huh. Doesn't seem real, but alright." He chuckled, swatting 'Venus' on the cheek with a paw. Minkwhisker's short temper built up. Whatever. She spat mentally.
[Your dear Wards needs to work on this later.]