S O F T BREEZE [OPEN]

[DAWNHEART]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, width:450px;,bTable][STYLE= background-image:url('http://i166.photobucket.com/albums/u105/hello5491/DAWNHEART_POST_zps78612908.jpg'); width:450px; height:200px; border-top-left-radius: 50px; border-top-right-radius: 50px;float:left][/style][STYLE=background-color:2e2e2e; width:430px; height:25px; float:left; font-style:verdana; color:e2e2e2; font-style:italic; font-size:20px; letter-spacing:-1px;text-align:right; padding-right:20px;]S O F T BREEZE[/style] [STYLE=width:420px; background-image:url('http://i.imgur.com/axTIo.png'); padding:15px; float:left; margin-top:0px;][STYLE= width: 400px; border-radius: 30px; background-color:ffffff; color:000000; font-family:arial; font-size:11px; text-align:justify; opacity:0.4; padding:10px;]Dawnheart lazily pawed the small blade of grass before her. Her black paw easily fraying the grass as she allowed her mind to wander. The past couple moons had been quite calm for her as she hadn't really done too much. It might have been a good thing but she found herself rather disappointed in herself, wasn't she suppose to be playing miracle working or something? Dawnheart passively allowed herself to sit straighter, she had deserved this, she had earned it. Being a medicine cat was her calling, Starclan had chosen her and she would be proud no matter what, she had gone against what she knew and it had all worked out somehow. The slim cat shut her large eyes in what appeared to be frustration, why was she being so pathetic wallowing in some kind of self pity. Her ears perked up at the soft sounds the wind created, she could hear the breeze rolling across the moor. She sat perched on one of the lower cliffs, her dark fur clearly visible across the majority of the moorland, she was not against company at this point. She had originally visited the cliffs to replenish her herbs that she hadn't remembered decimating. Her whiskers twitched slightly as she anticipated the breeze to grow stronger as it usually did. Everything always started so softly but the breeze appeared to stay a constant soft rhythm. She tilted her muzzle slightly trying to figure out what kind of day Starclan would bring her if the breeze remained at such a peaceful intensity. She desperatly just wanted to sprint across the moorland without a care, she would scare the prey that feverishly hid from predators like herself but who was she to care at this point. She was usually cooped up in her den, the highlight of her day was when she had to check up on the queens. She puffed out her chest, today would be a good day, she was sure of it. Dawnheart allowed her eyes to flutter open, the bright sunlight reflecting off of almost anything. She knew there was a patch of beech leaves not to far away that would prove incredibly useful but instead she kept her vigil perch. Her yellowy eyes scanning the patches of grass the moorland contained below her. The beech leaves would be lovely to assist her in transporting other, more useful, herbs. She cooed a slight purr as she tried to figure out what exactly she was doing so far from the camp. She probably should have an escort of some kind but instead Dawnheart basked in the warmth of the sun, her solitude oddly comforting. She had no perception of time, she simply allowed her small stature to stand out against the cliffs. She knew she couldn't lounge around too much longer since her duties were not yet completed, they never were. She would have to enjoy her run back to camp in a couple moments but for now she continued to purr in contempt. [/style][/style]

[STYLE=opacity:0.3]LAIKA! OF BTN[/style]

[FALCONFUR]

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Curled up in his nest toward the back of the warrior's den, Falconfur curled his long tail over his nose. He had no intention of sleeping; he'd only been awake for a few hours. His only desire was to warm up a bit, then he'd go and see what needed to be done around the camp. It seemed like there were ten times more things to be done in leaf bare than during any other season. He wished they could prepare ahead of time, but problems sprung up overnight after the first sign of snow showed up. There was no way they could guess what would be needed beforehand. Thankfully, if there was one thing WindClan cats were good at, it was adapting. They were tough little cats, well-equipped to dealing with the harsh conditions. This winter would be difficult, but they would make it through just like they always had.

Falconfur's ear swiveled slowly in the direction of the camp entrance. A patrol had just returned from checking out their borders. All had been quiet lately, what with the other Clans being so busy trying to find prey and get prepared. That wasn't to say that WindClan wasn't doing the exact same thing; they were. Though he liked having more prey around and warmer weather, he had to admit that he also enjoyed the peace that came with leaf bare. As long as nobody stole prey - something like setting a spark to gasoline at this time of year - things would probably remain peaceful for a while. This was very much appreciated by a cat like Falconfur who preferred to keep his claws sheathed when at all possible. Unlike some cats, he had no desire for the thrill of battle and the damage that came with it. He'd much rather hunt and work around camp than fight, but he would if he had to.

The wind whipped into the den, ruffling Falconfur's thin pelt. He shivered slightly and tucked his paws further under his chest. His green eyes flickered open for a moment and then closed. He figured he could afford to rest for a few minutes longer. “F-Falconfur?” The voice of a young apprentice caused the deputy to slowly crack one eye open again. “Mmm?” He mumbled while shoving his nose deliberately further into his paws. The little apprentice looked extremely nervous as he shuffled his little paws. After a moment, he managed to squeak out: “It’s Dawnheart. Beechclaw got a snagged claw while we were out hunting and went to look for her, but she’s not in her den.” Falconfur sighed and untucked his paws.

“Alright, alright. I’ll go fetch her. Tell him to go take some poppy seeds. And to be more careful next time.” He added as the apprentice hurried away. With a brisk shake and an inhale, Falconfur bounded from his nest and from camp. Sun burst over the moors as he ran following the medicine cat’s scent. He caught up with her on the Cliffside and purred. Approaching the medicine cat, he cleared his throat. “Nice day we’re having, hmm? The weather can’t seem to figure out what it wants: hot or cold.” As if to emphasize his point, a blustery wind picked up causing the deputy to shiver. “Beechclaw tore a claw this morning on the hunting patrol, but I told him to take some poppy seeds to leave you to rest out here. Having a nice relaxing day so far?” He asked conversationally, bounding up to sit beside her.[/style][/style]

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