Post by Deleted on May 16, 2010 13:46:23 GMT -8
The sun was high in the sky and she could feel its warm rays beat down on her pelt as she trotted smoothly through the reeds and water-type grasses. The sound of her paw steps were easily muffled by the soft, damp ground she moved across. The reeds and grasses hardly moved as she slipped by them, making her presence unknown. If it weren't for her scent, and the color of her fur against the greens and browns of her surroundings, she would be virtually undetectable to any other cat.
The silver tabby she-cat was alone. She had left the Riverclan camp to go for a walk, and she saw no reason not to; the fresh-kill pile was full, the border was secure, and she had no apprentice of her own. It was a sunny, lazy day, and she intended to take full advantage of it. It felt good to be alone every once and a while. Every cat deserved a break from duties, even if it were for only a few minutes.
She needed some time to relax. That was why she was heading to a place she personally favored. It was a small outcrop of rocks that reached into the river, fine for fishing, swimming and sunning oneself. Her sister and herself had often gone there in their apprenticeship, before Fernpaw had... passed on.
The sleek silver she-cat reached her destination. The river flowed smoothly around the rocks that jutted out into the water. She peered out from the underbrush, watching for any predators that might give her a problem. When she was assured that all was safe, she stepped out from the grass and made her way over to the rocks. With a hop, she leaped atop them... and squeaked in pain.
The rocks were hot! With a wild yelp, she scrambled across the rocks, her paw pads burning with each step. She had not realized how hot the rocks would be under the new-leaf sun. She did not think to simply jump back down onto the sand. The only thought that crossed she young she-cat's mind was the river. Mossflower reached the edge of the rocks, and dove into the soothing waters below.
The cool waters soothed her sore pads and cooled her warm fur. The silver she-cat resurfaced with a purr, and turned herself so she floated peacefully on her back. Indeed, this was certainly relaxing. She trusted the river to keep her safe and let her stay afloat, and not pull her down to the murky depths.
It was a fine, sunny day indeed, and Mossflower was enjoying it quite alot.
