Post by scorched on Nov 26, 2008 20:30:10 GMT -5
..Scorching hot and dying to live..
The sun's rays glowed as they fell like golden rain on the leaf litter and shrubs that surrounded the camp. Everything felt warm and cozy, not too hot and not too cold. The wind teased through the trees, curling and dancing around the leaves, stirring them with careless fingers that brushed against the bushes gently. Each touch was so soft that it could hardly be noticed, as if the wind was reminding each plant that it was time to wake up and drink in the sun's glorious rays. Dew glistened on every other leaf, twinkling like a million stars sprinkled on the greenery, shivering as the wind passed over it with a chuckling sigh.
Inside the warrior's den, Scorchstripe's head rested easily on her paws as she watched a butterfly flutter to land on a stick in front of the lean she-cat. The corners of her mouth curled into a devious smile as the orange and black monarch tested the stick with its weight and inspected the giant world around it with huge eyes. The dark ginger tabby's eyes blinked lazily and she twitched her tail from side to side. She didn't want to do anything at the moment, just lay there, soak up the sun, and watch butterflies flit from branch to branch. Lazy, lazy. She teased herself and rolled onto her side, ignoring the butterfly as it took flight.
"I might as well get up." She muttered, rolling back onto her belly and getting up on paws still slightly unsteady from sleep. Scorchstripe shook her pelt out, relieving it of leaves and pieces of moss that clung with stubborn tenacity. She loped over to the fresh-kill pile and grabbed a raven. Yawning a little, she settled down a little ways away and began to pluck the bird as she refused to try to eat it with the feathers still in. As picky as she was, it was a miracle that she even bothered to eat the bird. The ginger tabby cast each feather away with a toss of her slender head, not noticing as they gathered around her like a cape of black silky feathers.
