Taking the 'Calm' out of 'Calm Forest'

[Seawhisker]

Florapaw wandered out of the well protected camp, glancing around at her sluggish clanmates, some of which were still blinking or yawning away sleep. Daintily, she padded out, careful not to wake anyone - rather, not to get her paws too wet from the now-slightly melting snow. "Thank goodness it's not blocky like last week..." she murmured, picking her way out of the protective barrier, finding herself in Hiddenclan territory. Her heart skipped a beat, mostly with worry than excitement. "What if I get in trouble!?" she asked herself, biting her lip out of nervousness. No matter how hard she tried, Florapaw always seemed to feel jittery. I wish I could heal that! she thought bitterly, referring to her quiet attitude.

Florapaw finally brought herself to drag her paws a long, particles of snow catching on her glossy pelt. "Oh foxdung... I'll have to lick this out later..." she muttered, resisting the undying urge to lick her chest fur down. The medicine cat apprentice trotted through the forest, letting her senses roam free. Her ears were erect with alertness, her tail stiff with concentration, and her nostrils flaring, picking up the scents of the forest around her... She loved this place especially, where the wind rustled the trees in a way that could only be described as musical, where the bird's sang a melody of serenity and tranquility.  

Despite the wide-eyed tabby's sense of calamity, she was feeling frantic inside. What if I don't find anything!? It was no secret Florapaw's senses weren't trained to their full potential. Nothing beat the guilt of missing a perfectly good herb completely. "What if some cat died because of me!?" she wondered out loud, her voice shrill with unneeded worry.

The she-cat picked her way towards a patch of greenery - well, greenery wasn't the right description; at the moment, all it was was a dull mustard color - but she froze as she heard a few noises. Noises she recognized as... Paw steps?

Had some other cats followed her out of camp!?

Word Count - 340.
Character Count - 2005.
Tags - @anyone!

[Pebsi]

F a l c o n h e a r t

"What if some cat died because of me!?" Those were the worry struck she-cats words as Falconheart wandered in the Hiddenclan territory, like the she-cat he was hunting, or at least attempting to. Lately the tom's mind had been else where, perhaps on his sisters health? Which ever it was the tom hadn't been himself since he returned how to his clan. He felt bad for not staying with Jinxshade, but at the same time the tom felt glad he had made the decision to leave. With a few mumbles under his breath, Falconheart stepped from the shadows and revealed himself to Florapaw. 

"Hello Florapaw." The tom purred as a greeting. "Im sure it won't be your fault, every cat has some rough days of hunting!" The tom assured the young apprentice. Boy did he envy her size and youth. He had grown old over the past few moons, and was now feeling it. But compared to older figures such as Serenitystar he was still very young. The toms smile was fake compared to the many thoughts that swirled around in his confused head. 



{ I hope this is enough :s }