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Post by » dreamfrost « on Aug 18, 2007 8:51:35 GMT -5
The day was warm. Unseasonably warm. Sure, green-leaf was the hottest season of all of them, but today… it was just plain ol’ hot. And around the river, humid. Not exactly the best conditions for hunting or going on a border patrol, but Pineheart had done exactly those two things. Twice actually, in this afternoon alone. And yet, he was still wrought with boredom. He didn’t have an apprentice to train - and was still undecided for whether he wanted one or not - no fish to catch, no water voles to chase. Nobody wanted to be out in the sun, not even the prey. So Pineheart, sweltering inside of his heavy fur, made the mouse-brained decision to go out to the Eastern Riverbank and find entertainment there. Night would be coming along soon, and the air near the flowing current might just get cooler. Pineheart figured that if he stayed on the edge of the beach, in the shadows, none of his fellow EmberClanners would notice him. Of course, he didn’t take in consideration that his Clanmates might actually be going to the riverbank with his logic in mind - come twilight and the darkness, there would be less humidity and less heat around the cold water.
Settling in his sitting position, Pineheart observed the bank at the far side of the river. ShoreClan territory. Ha. They were sad excuses for warriors, always cozying up to that treacherous river and training their young to love it. Mousebrained idea, but that ShoreClan for you. And how did they put up with all that sand? Pineheart shifted uncomfortably as the hard grains caught between his pads and became entangled in his tabby fur. Upon going back to the camp he would have to clean them out - nasty. But moon-high was still some time off, so the warrior tom would have plenty of time to relax [ha] in the Eastern Riverbank, observe the swift current to discern its deadliness for the ShoreClanners - a fire tactic, in case a sudden lightning storm set fire to the dry EmberClan territory. Pineheart knew the current on their side was quite dangerous, but was confident that if that was only the case and the other bank was languid then his strong Clan could make it. But what was this rambling line of thought? Snapping out of his daze at the crackle of a stepped-upon leaf, Pineheart pricked his ears for the sounds of another, and cautiously looked around. One never could be sure what came down to the river in the heat of green-leaf.
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