Moonlit Walk [closed]

[spottypelt]

Spottypelt felt as if there were ants in her pelt. She could not fall asleep, and all the fidgetting she'd been doing was disturbing the other warriors, so she had left to do a little night-hunting. As if any rabbits were out at this time, it was more like a night-walk.

The cold moor-land air ruffled her pelt as she strode over the dips and rises of Windclan territory, scenting nothing but the smell of her own freshly groomed pelt and moor-grass. All the rabbits had gone to their burrows, but it was just as well, she wasn't in the mood to hunt. She just wanted to walk and think.

[Crane]

Spicestar sat on the lowest branch of a twisted, deformed tree he'd stumbled across while doing a little late-night hunting. With a attack from RiverClan and ThunderClan imminent, he'd wanted to stock up the fresh-kill pile. But all the rabbits were asleep in their dens! Now he was tired from racing across the plains, and decided to rest.
Truly, the sky was beautiful tonight. There were only a few wisps of cloud after the recent storm, so the Silverpelt was shining in all it's glory. There was a full moon too, which just amplified the cold beauty of the silver-on-black scenery. Spicestar found it immensly relaxing just to sit down on the dead, leafless tree and look up through the finger-like branches. All the stress of the past Gathering melted off him.
An incredibly faint scent reached Spicestar. Without his impeccable sense of smell, he'd never have picked it up on the vast Yellow Plains. Mostly grass, but underneath, a faint WindClan aroma. Perhaps he wasn't the only one out for a stroll this evening. He might as well see who it was, four eyes were better than wo when it came to hunting... Not that he was really hunting anymore. The stunning scenery was a little distracting.
He leapt down efficiently from the branch and started racing in the direction of the scent. As he got closer, he identified it as female, then even closer, he realised it was the young-ish warrior, Spottypelt. Well, not that young, he was only a season or two older than she was.
"Spottypelt!" he called out as he came to an abrupt halt a few tail-lengths away from her. "You doing some night hunting as well?

[spottypelt]

Spottypelt jumped at the sound of her leader's voice, and spun around to see him approaching.

"Oh, Hello Spicestar. Yeah, just some hunting, but nothing seems to be sturring." She scuffled her paw through the dust, leaving faint score marks on the ground. It puzzled her a bit as to why Spicestar would be out so late, then she remembered what her denmates had told her about the gathering the previous night. He was probably just as antsy as she was.

Tipping her head back to look at the sky, she noticed a slightly blue-ish tint to the moon hanging lazily among the stars of silverpelt. The sight was beautiful, and Spottypelt almost forgot her leader was standing only a few tail-lengths from her.

"Oh, sorry, I , um, got distracted!" she said. "I should probably get back to hunting. Maybe I can find a nocternal rabbit!" The hint of a joke ghosted through her words as she stood and scented the air. The sweet tang of rabbit fur lightly brushed her nose and she pricked her ears forward, straining to hear it. "Oh, wow, one's acually awake!" She said aloud, more to herself that to Spicestar.

[spottypelt]

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