Post by dreamaprentice on Jul 27, 2007 19:39:52 GMT -5
Sunlight poured into MoonPelts den, on a sunny morning in the fall. He stood and shook himself free of leaves,moss and other debree from his bed. His milk white fur and soft blue eyes made the hansome, skillful and smart tom even more atractive. He flicked his tail and headed out into the camp grounds of which his clan (Wind Clan) or family lived on.
Rays of sunlight streamed through the thatched roof of Lunar Mists den. She awoke sleaply, stood, and stretched out on her bed of moss, twigs and leaves. Yawning, she licked her elagant gray tabby coat clean, as she made her way onto the camp grounds of her clan's (Wind Clan) territory. She said hello to her elders and other kits, or adult cats as she made her way down to the winding river which fead from a spring nearby.
Moon Pelt took in his last sip of cool river water before he headed out to hunt for his breakfast. As he rose to go, and licked his lips he noticed a familar slender body of a gray tabby a couple feet away. "Lunar Mist" he thought, he had had his eye on the gray tabby for awhile as a mateing choice but being the nervous, contious tom as he was when it came to love and romance he had shied away several times before.
When Lunar Mist got down to the river bank she spotted a milk white tom in the distance, "Moon Pelt" she thought in excitement and joy.Her emerald green eyes flashed and sparkled in excitment as well, she first spotted the sleek, and skillful tom as a hunter a couple of mothes ago, when his family had joined the clan, he was quite hansome and a good hunter and loved children. The perfect mate he'd make, thought Lunar Mist.
Sudenlly Moon Pelt felt shy and nervous, a feeling he had felt many times before around the gray tabby. No I should stay and talk to her, he thought anxiously,.... then again maybe not he muttered under his breath and scampered into the woods for some alone time to think and catch his breakfast.
Why did he leave, thought Lunar Mist, was it me, did I do something wrong? As she pondered her question a light rain started to fall, if she wanted breakfast she'd better herry to catch it. And fast!
Rays of sunlight streamed through the thatched roof of Lunar Mists den. She awoke sleaply, stood, and stretched out on her bed of moss, twigs and leaves. Yawning, she licked her elagant gray tabby coat clean, as she made her way onto the camp grounds of her clan's (Wind Clan) territory. She said hello to her elders and other kits, or adult cats as she made her way down to the winding river which fead from a spring nearby.
Moon Pelt took in his last sip of cool river water before he headed out to hunt for his breakfast. As he rose to go, and licked his lips he noticed a familar slender body of a gray tabby a couple feet away. "Lunar Mist" he thought, he had had his eye on the gray tabby for awhile as a mateing choice but being the nervous, contious tom as he was when it came to love and romance he had shied away several times before.
When Lunar Mist got down to the river bank she spotted a milk white tom in the distance, "Moon Pelt" she thought in excitement and joy.Her emerald green eyes flashed and sparkled in excitment as well, she first spotted the sleek, and skillful tom as a hunter a couple of mothes ago, when his family had joined the clan, he was quite hansome and a good hunter and loved children. The perfect mate he'd make, thought Lunar Mist.
Sudenlly Moon Pelt felt shy and nervous, a feeling he had felt many times before around the gray tabby. No I should stay and talk to her, he thought anxiously,.... then again maybe not he muttered under his breath and scampered into the woods for some alone time to think and catch his breakfast.
Why did he leave, thought Lunar Mist, was it me, did I do something wrong? As she pondered her question a light rain started to fall, if she wanted breakfast she'd better herry to catch it. And fast!