Post by Ioana003 on Apr 18, 2021 19:51:39 GMT
The last few sunrises had been quite busy for the she-cat. Well, for most of the Clan, too, because of the recent forest fire. In the end, Lynxstar was fine. Of course he was, he’s a Leader and probably still had lives left. Hopefully not many. But WindClan was generally fine. Newleaf was here and new prey was bound to hop back in. Not that they had any problems with food, of course, but it was always nice. Maybe the wolves would leave them alone if there was enough food for them?
Right, the wolves. Poppyleap almost forgot about them. Being out alone was dangerous, and with the recent incident with the two Apprentices… the feline certainly didn’t feel safe. But taking in new (well, technically not new) sights was welcomed by her. Plus, she may be small but unlike most Air Elements she’d be less likely to get killed. All of the hare-brained dogs would not enjoy drowning in her bubbles, now would they? Nevertheless, going alone was still risky, and daydreaming so much would still get the Warrior in trouble - if not killed.
‘Better head back,’ reasoned the she-cat in her head. She had had enough of a walk to think over most things that bothered. At least on the way back she could think some more.
Well, maybe a little hunting could blow the worries off her fur. Plus, more food never hurt anyone in the history of ever, correct?
As silently as she could, Poppyleap twirled around in the grass, searching for prey. Even during such a nice afternoon, not much bothered to forage. Yet the Warrior still caught a scent. Likely a dud, but she stalked along it, hoping to find some burrow she might be able to squeeze a thrush out of with a bubble.
Thorne
Right, the wolves. Poppyleap almost forgot about them. Being out alone was dangerous, and with the recent incident with the two Apprentices… the feline certainly didn’t feel safe. But taking in new (well, technically not new) sights was welcomed by her. Plus, she may be small but unlike most Air Elements she’d be less likely to get killed. All of the hare-brained dogs would not enjoy drowning in her bubbles, now would they? Nevertheless, going alone was still risky, and daydreaming so much would still get the Warrior in trouble - if not killed.
‘Better head back,’ reasoned the she-cat in her head. She had had enough of a walk to think over most things that bothered. At least on the way back she could think some more.
Well, maybe a little hunting could blow the worries off her fur. Plus, more food never hurt anyone in the history of ever, correct?
As silently as she could, Poppyleap twirled around in the grass, searching for prey. Even during such a nice afternoon, not much bothered to forage. Yet the Warrior still caught a scent. Likely a dud, but she stalked along it, hoping to find some burrow she might be able to squeeze a thrush out of with a bubble.
Thorne
