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Post by Nightstar on Aug 6, 2009 18:21:47 GMT -5
Nightstar's faded black pelt bolted into the clearing of WindClan. He had just gotten back from a patrol. Solo of course. His Clan would pick up soon. He knew that. So for now, he'd simply manage the Clan by himself. He looked around, emerald eyes scanning the place he called home. It was here... All of it... He called it home, others called it WindClan. He sighed, his nose filled with the scents of the rabbit between his jaws. They were quite scrumptious tasting as well as the smell. Setting it down beside the rest of the fresh-kill pile, he noted how pitiful it was. It was tiny. A single finch, a rabbit, and a vole. That was all. Now, setting his own rabbit down beside it, there was at least four pieces of prey and only one mouth to feed. It was entirely too strange for his liking and Nightstar sulked. Moving away from the fresh-kill pile, he sat beside the rocks a few feet away.
The brilliantly bright moonlight shined down on him, letting his black pelt shine against it. Stars reflected in his eyes as he looked upwards. It was his favorite thing to do at night... Staring at the stars. It helped him relax. The navy sky above was past moonlight, yet not quite moonhigh. Once moonhigh came around, he'd go to his den and rest. For now, he'd sit and stare at the sky. Nightstar's own bright green eyes looked once more around the camp before he turned his gaze to stare outside the camp, waiting. It was what he did... every night....
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