Post by xX Night Xx on Jul 22, 2009 21:27:54 GMT -5
xX Blacktalon Xx
The large, pale gray tabby tom padded out of the warrior's den. He'd been on guard last night, so he'd been allowed to sleep late that morning. With a yawn, he stepped out of the shade. He recoiled at first, the sun bright in his green flecked amber eyes. He noticed the fresh kill pile running low. He'd been out hunting most of the day yesterday, and had done his best to fill it up. But now, he just felt far too tired.
He yawned again, and made his way sleepily over to the fresh kill pile. Before he could hold it back, he yawned again. Why am I so exhausted? He wondered to himself. He tilted his head upwards, and looked at the sun. It wasn't even sunhigh yet! No wonder! He had gone to bed at Dawn, and then woken up just now. What had woken him from his peaceful sleep so soon?
He glanced down at the fresh kill pile, and realized that someone must have just returned with some fresh kill. As he looked around at the Swiftclanâs camp, his stomach growled loudly, and he shifted his gaze to his paws in embarrassment. He bent his head down to pick up the closest thing to him, but before he could close his jaws around it, his mouth was stricken with another paralyzing yawn.
He picked up a plump vole from the pile. His nostrils were instantly filled with the scent of the vole, mixed with the scent of one of the younger warriors. Before he could yawn again, he locked his jaws around the vole, and looked up. Then, he suddenly become aware of how much he ached all over. He would go back to sleep as soon as he finished the vole.
