Post by LITTLEBERRY on Nov 21, 2012 23:33:18 GMT -5
[STYLE=padding:5px; width:350px; height:210px font-family:georgia; font-size:10px; text-align:justify; text-transform: lowercase;]Larkstar padded silently down the familiar path, her paws turning her instinctively in the direction of the lakeshore that bordered ShadowClan territory. Having escaped from the loud hustle and bustle of camp, the she-cat was grateful for the quiet of the forest of their home. She enjoyed having time to herself like this, though she still found it fun to attempt ‘playing’ with Wolfheart, and trying to get him to smile. At the thought of her deputy, Larkstar laughed gently. He was such a serious tom, but extremely loyal; he would be a wonderful leader when she reached her last life. Wolfheart was already a fantastic deputy in his own right.
She shook out her fur, ears twitching upwards when she heard birdsong in the distance, and she smiled just a bit. If she had been in the mood for hunting, Larkstar would have stalked after those birds and proudly carry them back into the camp, so that she could feed the elders herself. As leader, she didn’t have to follow through with those duties, but Larkstar insisted. The grey tabby would do whatever it took for her clan to be happy.
Walking underneath these trees made her think of her kit and apprentice days, and for a moment Larkstar wished she could be a kit again. Those days were so carefree; she missed them, but to be honest she wouldn’t trade being leader for anything in the world. She remembered winning the games back when she was an apprentice, and how proud she had been to be elected deputy. Perhaps she wasn’t the first choice when selected for the games, but she made sure that her clan supported her once she became leader. Having Smokestorm as her brother certainly helped in that aspect.
She chuckled lightly, reaching the edge of the trees then, and simply stared out at the lake. Larkstar had forgotten how peaceful the water looked. It seemed as though all of her worries, stress, and duties just slid off her pelt like water would with a cat from RiverClan, and she stepped forward then. The she-cat was distracted with the falling leaves as one brushed against her pelt, and with her attention grabbed, Larkstar pounced on a leaf, catching it underneath her paws before bouncing forward to catch another.
She felt like a kit again, chasing after leaves like this. It made her happy.[/style]
She shook out her fur, ears twitching upwards when she heard birdsong in the distance, and she smiled just a bit. If she had been in the mood for hunting, Larkstar would have stalked after those birds and proudly carry them back into the camp, so that she could feed the elders herself. As leader, she didn’t have to follow through with those duties, but Larkstar insisted. The grey tabby would do whatever it took for her clan to be happy.
Walking underneath these trees made her think of her kit and apprentice days, and for a moment Larkstar wished she could be a kit again. Those days were so carefree; she missed them, but to be honest she wouldn’t trade being leader for anything in the world. She remembered winning the games back when she was an apprentice, and how proud she had been to be elected deputy. Perhaps she wasn’t the first choice when selected for the games, but she made sure that her clan supported her once she became leader. Having Smokestorm as her brother certainly helped in that aspect.
She chuckled lightly, reaching the edge of the trees then, and simply stared out at the lake. Larkstar had forgotten how peaceful the water looked. It seemed as though all of her worries, stress, and duties just slid off her pelt like water would with a cat from RiverClan, and she stepped forward then. The she-cat was distracted with the falling leaves as one brushed against her pelt, and with her attention grabbed, Larkstar pounced on a leaf, catching it underneath her paws before bouncing forward to catch another.
She felt like a kit again, chasing after leaves like this. It made her happy.[/style]