F a n t a s t i c ~ B a b y [OPEN] May 5, 2012 16:56:53 GMT -6
Post by VineStar12 on May 5, 2012 16:56:53 GMT -6
It was just another day in the Windclan camp. The air was quiet and sweet, blowing into the apprentices den and waking up a young ginger and white tom. He stretched out for a good ten minutes - no use running if you were going to pull a muscle - and padded out into the sun. It wasn't too hot today, which was a relief; running in too warm weather let to a headache and quicker exhaustion. Not too cold either, because he could smell rabbit on the wind. The critters were already out and about this morning. Time to catch up.
It was fine mornings like these that Foxpaw really cherished; the kits were asleep, the warriors were asleep, the leader was asleep. Getting up early paid off quite well with no interruptions for his morning run. He ran over his routine in his mind. Do a few laps around the camp as warm-up, then actually go out on the moor and stretch out his endurance for sprinting. And if he ran into a rabbit along the way, then hey! He'd catch breakfast for an elder or two. Very benefiting for both parties.
The apprentice passes the fresh-kill pile, which was very low. He'd eat breakfast later; besides, those scrawny mice didn't look too appetizing. He padded out of the camp entrance, tail swishing across the ground and scattering the leaves as a slight breeze nipped at his ginger and white pelt. Bliss. Foxpaw did three laps around the perimeter of Windclan's camp at a slow run, feeling his muscles loosen and tense again with each stretch of his slim body. Once warmed up, he took off at a faster run towards the moor, the wind rushing past and roaring in his ears as if he were passing rows of angry lions. This was one of those rare moments he was silent, and he enjoyed it very much.