Post by Dragon on Jul 10, 2009 22:43:42 GMT -5
Rockclaw crept stealthily, with his partner in crime. A slightly younger warrior, Creektail, they were on their own little mission. Closer to the river they came, their paws like weightless feathers on the solid ground. But soon it began to moisten and mold their paws as they stepped forward. Rockclaw cocked his round ears forward, his gray eyes were glinting mischievously. If his family found out about what he and his friend were about to do he would be skinned for sure.
"Come on, bud..." Creektail whispered anxiously. "We don't have to do this, lets go back to camp." He turned to leap away from steadily dampening soil. His paws tapped the ground as if he was walking on hot coals.
The big gray cat payed his friend no heed, "We're gonna to it, Creektail! I can feel it in my bones!" His paws kneaded the ground and he jumped into a thick bush that separated them from the churning river. "Now be quiet and come here!"
"Ohh! We are in so much trouble!" The white stripes tabby whimpered in a small voice but he obediently jumped down beside Rockclaw. He pushed his head through the bushy covering. He could see the rushing waters clearly now. They were close enough to feel a fine mist on his face.
Rockclaw was first to break cover, he padded boldly toward the river and drank deeply from the whirling waters. He lifted his head and let out a refreshed sighed. A smirk brought his lip up as he heard his friend thrashing with a tangle of leafy branches. "Hurry up, Creektail!" He called, looking over his shoulder.
"Don't you dare drink from there again!" Creektail cried softly, his bright green eyes bulging from his head, "Mistclan will skin you! And their leader is the biggest she-cat I have ever seen!!" His claws dug into the soft soil as he sloped slowly into a muddy bank.
"Come on, bud..." Creektail whispered anxiously. "We don't have to do this, lets go back to camp." He turned to leap away from steadily dampening soil. His paws tapped the ground as if he was walking on hot coals.
The big gray cat payed his friend no heed, "We're gonna to it, Creektail! I can feel it in my bones!" His paws kneaded the ground and he jumped into a thick bush that separated them from the churning river. "Now be quiet and come here!"
"Ohh! We are in so much trouble!" The white stripes tabby whimpered in a small voice but he obediently jumped down beside Rockclaw. He pushed his head through the bushy covering. He could see the rushing waters clearly now. They were close enough to feel a fine mist on his face.
Rockclaw was first to break cover, he padded boldly toward the river and drank deeply from the whirling waters. He lifted his head and let out a refreshed sighed. A smirk brought his lip up as he heard his friend thrashing with a tangle of leafy branches. "Hurry up, Creektail!" He called, looking over his shoulder.
"Don't you dare drink from there again!" Creektail cried softly, his bright green eyes bulging from his head, "Mistclan will skin you! And their leader is the biggest she-cat I have ever seen!!" His claws dug into the soft soil as he sloped slowly into a muddy bank.
