My Dear Brother (Thistleclaw/Open) Apr 15, 2012 13:26:28 GMT -6
Post by Night on Apr 15, 2012 13:26:28 GMT -6
Stormheart stepped out of the warrior's den, stretching his long legs in a wonderful stretch. A warm smile spread across his face as he looked around the clan, seeing that most of the clan was already active in their everyday work. Pale green eyes studied the apprentices as they cleaned the elder's den, and the silver tom laughed to himself as he realized how happy he was that he didn't have to do that anymore. He had always loved the elders, and he loved to hear their stories, but he would often get yelled at by a warrior if he got off task. Stifling a sigh, the tom walked to the middle of the camp. It seemed that no one had anything for him to do, at least not at the moment, so he settled down in a patch of sunlight to give his fur a nice grooming. His fur was usually well kept, but he had not cleaned his pelt the night before because he was too tired. After he finished, his fur gave off a nice shine in the sun, and Stormheart gave a satisfied purr. Sitting up, the tom looked over at the fresh kill pile, realizing that a hunting patrol had already brought back some fresh kill. He must have slept longer than he thought. He got up, and walked around the camp to try and find any odd jobs that someone needed help with, but everyone else had already gotten their paws on them. The silver tom walked back to the center of the camp, and realized that he had not seen his brother yet. Normally he would see him around, but even his scent in the warriors den wasn't recent. He kept his eyes on the lookout for the dark grey tabby tom, hoping he could catch him at least once this morning and have a chat with him. Although he had lots of friends in Windclan, Thistleclaw was always the closest friend in Stormheart's heart. Nothing could replace what the two littermates had been through together.