Post by Spottedheart on Feb 6, 2009 19:33:05 GMT -5
Drizzletalon stalked back into camp. His tail still twitched angrily at having to loose his catch all on account of a wandering apprentice. His fur was still fluffed up around the shoulders. He padded towards the fresh-kile pile, dropped what he had caught, and then padded towards the warriors den. He sat down and watched the clan go about it's daily business. It all seemed so... so.... He couldn't put a word to it. Peaceful? Odd? He couldn't tell. It felt as if there would be a great change soon. But maybe it was just him.