Post by Crane on Jun 10, 2009 2:39:43 GMT -5
c r a n e f e a t h e r .
No six seven eight nine girl you're a ten
Like late-breaking news on CNN
Tap-tap-tap it like happy feet
Rewind, stop, play, and hit repeat.
No six seven eight nine girl you're a ten
Like late-breaking news on CNN
Tap-tap-tap it like happy feet
Rewind, stop, play, and hit repeat.
The bright morning sun dappled the ground with patches of sunshine and shadow. The earth and leaves on it were slightly damp with the last droplets of dew, which had yet to evaporate. The river gurgled along happily, and darting silver fish could be seen in the fast currents.
Lazing on the sandy bank of the river in a patch on sunlight was a huge white tom. Cranefeather, the young RiverClan warrior.
His mind was filled with thoughts of his beautiful mate, Riverfleet, the deputy of his Clan. Who was helping him dominate the entire forest. But then he remembered the reason he was here.
He picked up the remains of the fish and tossed them into the river, and watched the white bones get carried away. Then he stood up slowly and padded over onto the Sunningrocks. He knew that they were supposed to be ThunderClan territory. But he knew, like all RiverClanners did, that ThunderClan had stolen the area from RiverClan out of spite.
So, he did his buisness on the rocks, twitching his whiskers in amusement as he did so. This little tweaking of the warrior code was nothing compared to what he and his mate were planning later in the day. He was pretty sure killing your leader landed you a long time in wherever cats like himself went.
When he was finished, he flicked his tail in satisfaction and began to make his way slowly back towards the RiverClan side of the river. He was nervous, and injuring a ThunderClan warrior might be a fun way to relax.