late night {OPEN}
Feb 7, 2014 23:59:31 GMT -6
Post by Deleted on Feb 7, 2014 23:59:31 GMT -6
He gave small smiles to those he passed by, dipping his head respect to each of them. Sundown around camp was a quite, soothing time in RiverlClan. Wolfheart watched as warriors walked side-by-side into their den, talking in quite and tired voices. They made a hushed jibe here and there, but they were all prepared for a good night's rest. Satisfied with the warriors, he passed by the den he would soon join them in for bed and peeked into the apprentice den. Most were curled up in their nests, noses covered by their tails and eyes covered by heavy lids. Those who were still awake caught the warrior peering in and quickly said their goodnights, ending their hushed conversations. Wolfheart nodded, content with the safety and presence of all the apprentices in their den. The massive black tom moved on from the apprentices, his striking green eyes dilated in the gloom to make out both Birchfoot [randomNPC] and Ashwhisker [NPC] padding into the elder's den. As the young warrior made his way towards them, he caught bits of their conversation. "Come now, Ashwhisker, it was just a mouse!" Birchfoot purred in her warm, honey-sweet voice. The elder snorted in reply. "The point is it was mine, and that no-good mystery kit took it! Moonshine can't bee trusted! She'll make the Clan starve this leafbare!" Wolfheart's ears perked forward at the mention of Moonshine, a she-cat who had been found mysteriously on the border as s kit and has struggled to prove her worth since - though she was taking on the role of a trusted warrior. "Come off it, old man!" the elder queen snapped as they entered their den. "She's a good cat, you're just miffed that you had to have a vole instead of a mouse."
Wolfheart was unable to hear the rest of their conversation as they both disappeared for sleep. He flicked his tail with a small smile and shook his head, padding by the nursery. He poked his head in, his eyes searching for the queens and kits of RiverClan. The tom smiled and purred lightly when he found the kits curled up happily with their mothers and care-takers. The families were sleeping peacefully and happily, warm and full. With a deep breath in a sense of relief at having all safely in camp, he backed out of the den and padded towards the medicine cat den. Quietly, he peered inside and smiled kindly at Snowfire. The aloof she-cat returned the smile, the medicine cat used to Wolfhearts night checks by now. After checking on the two gaurds set for the night, he turned towards the warrior's den and paused, contemplating heading to bed. There was nothing left to do, his brothers had both found their nests that lay side-by-side with his, he already had been assigned to duties for the next day, and everyone was safe and in camp. All was as it should be in his Clan, and that was all that mattered. His love for RiverClan knew no bounds, so why did she feel unsettled?
Because tomorrow at sundown, it will be a full day and still no deputy.
Anxiety twisted in his gut as he looked out to Coyotestar's den. She was going to be a good leader, he felt it, but what about her decision in a deputy? Wolfheart flicked his tail, wondering where she was just then. He trusted in her ability to take care of herself, of course, but surely she would have returned by now to be with her Clan, to do the very same night check he himself does each evening before he found his own nest. Carefully, he picked his way towards her den, taking a glance inside. Her scent was warm and still wrong, but not enough that she was still in there. His whiskers twitched as he took a step back, gazing around camp. There were guards posted, yes, but he didn't feel right going to sleep until his leader returned. He took his seat by the creek that ran through camp, unable to keep back the yawn that split his mouth wide, pulling in a massive amount of air. He was exhausted. He's been working himself to the bone for the last quarter moon, leaving no room for rest. Even on an evening like tonight with hardly anything to do, he knew he'd be up in mere hours to head out on a quick scout before accompanying the dawn patrol. He knew he should sleep now, but he couldn't bring himself to leave his post, awaiting Coyotestar's return. He wondered who else could be awake at this out when the whole camp was preparing to hunker down for the night. The only other ones he can think of who would even be willing to sacrifice any precious sleep were the guards and, apparently, his leader.
An hour passed, and Wolfheart never left his post. He slowly starting to regret sitting watch in addition to the posted warriors, cold starting to creep into his bones. He puffed up his black pelt as his breath came in white puff, longing for the warmth of his brothers curled around him.
Wolfheart was unable to hear the rest of their conversation as they both disappeared for sleep. He flicked his tail with a small smile and shook his head, padding by the nursery. He poked his head in, his eyes searching for the queens and kits of RiverClan. The tom smiled and purred lightly when he found the kits curled up happily with their mothers and care-takers. The families were sleeping peacefully and happily, warm and full. With a deep breath in a sense of relief at having all safely in camp, he backed out of the den and padded towards the medicine cat den. Quietly, he peered inside and smiled kindly at Snowfire. The aloof she-cat returned the smile, the medicine cat used to Wolfhearts night checks by now. After checking on the two gaurds set for the night, he turned towards the warrior's den and paused, contemplating heading to bed. There was nothing left to do, his brothers had both found their nests that lay side-by-side with his, he already had been assigned to duties for the next day, and everyone was safe and in camp. All was as it should be in his Clan, and that was all that mattered. His love for RiverClan knew no bounds, so why did she feel unsettled?
Because tomorrow at sundown, it will be a full day and still no deputy.
Anxiety twisted in his gut as he looked out to Coyotestar's den. She was going to be a good leader, he felt it, but what about her decision in a deputy? Wolfheart flicked his tail, wondering where she was just then. He trusted in her ability to take care of herself, of course, but surely she would have returned by now to be with her Clan, to do the very same night check he himself does each evening before he found his own nest. Carefully, he picked his way towards her den, taking a glance inside. Her scent was warm and still wrong, but not enough that she was still in there. His whiskers twitched as he took a step back, gazing around camp. There were guards posted, yes, but he didn't feel right going to sleep until his leader returned. He took his seat by the creek that ran through camp, unable to keep back the yawn that split his mouth wide, pulling in a massive amount of air. He was exhausted. He's been working himself to the bone for the last quarter moon, leaving no room for rest. Even on an evening like tonight with hardly anything to do, he knew he'd be up in mere hours to head out on a quick scout before accompanying the dawn patrol. He knew he should sleep now, but he couldn't bring himself to leave his post, awaiting Coyotestar's return. He wondered who else could be awake at this out when the whole camp was preparing to hunker down for the night. The only other ones he can think of who would even be willing to sacrifice any precious sleep were the guards and, apparently, his leader.
An hour passed, and Wolfheart never left his post. He slowly starting to regret sitting watch in addition to the posted warriors, cold starting to creep into his bones. He puffed up his black pelt as his breath came in white puff, longing for the warmth of his brothers curled around him.