Post by dewspark on Aug 14, 2020 18:26:18 GMT -6
If she had a choice, Dewspark would have loved to become a nocturnal creature. Everything in the day was just so boring. She didn’t understand how some warriors could be so upbeat and happy when all she wanted to do was go back to her nest and sleep.
The first time she was prodded, she grumbled and rolled over, curling in on herself even more. The second time, however, made her think that this wasn’t a mistake. It had more of a “jab” to it, then a gentle prod. She could hear whoever was above her give a huff and then she was almost knocked out of her nest.
Stumbling to her paws to try and catch herself before she tripped on someone else in the den, she whirled around, eyes darting wildly around the den. Her exhausted mind couldn’t make out the figure in front of her, but she assumed that they were another warrior - just based on their haughty tone alone.
Apparently she was called for patrol duty and a brief thought of whether this was Mistfall’s doing flickered through her mind. But as soon as that thought occurred to her, it drifted away in her haze of sleepiness.
Arching her back in a stretch, she had half a mind to just curl up again and go back to bed. But the warrior who woke her up appeared at the mouth of the den and called out her name again. Grumbling, Dewspark padded around the other sleeping forms; despite her exhaustion she wasn’t a monster! I can be nice, sometimes, she thought to herself haughtily.
When Dewspark made it out of the den, she grimaced at the morning light; the sun was just peaking over the horizon and it was hitting her square in the eyes. Blinking her eyes to keep them from watering, she stumbled over to where the small patrol was gathered. She grunted out a greeting as she settled down, her mouth widening in a yawn.
From what she could tell, and or process, was that the patrol was swinging by the RiverClan border. Something about activity spiking there? As long as she was wandering near where the patrol was going, she supposed she would be fine.
Before she knew it, most of the patrol was already on their paws, heading out. Dewspark struggled to her paws, before trudging after them. She turned to one of the members and mewed sleepily, "I guess they’re starting us out early, huh?" the figure beside her solidified into a calico she-cat.
She blinked again, before a lazy smile spread across her lips. “You’re...Shineflower, right?” Dewspark then nodded to herself after a moment. “Yeah, Shineflower. Nice to meetcha, Dewspark.” She gestured towards herself, unsure as to whether or not the other she-cat had heard of her. “Guess we’re going to be patrol buddies this morning, huh? I wonder if anything’s going to happen on this patrol...” Dewspark’s voice trailed off as her eyes glazed over in thought.
At the very least, if something did happen, at least there could be a good story from it.
The first time she was prodded, she grumbled and rolled over, curling in on herself even more. The second time, however, made her think that this wasn’t a mistake. It had more of a “jab” to it, then a gentle prod. She could hear whoever was above her give a huff and then she was almost knocked out of her nest.
Stumbling to her paws to try and catch herself before she tripped on someone else in the den, she whirled around, eyes darting wildly around the den. Her exhausted mind couldn’t make out the figure in front of her, but she assumed that they were another warrior - just based on their haughty tone alone.
Apparently she was called for patrol duty and a brief thought of whether this was Mistfall’s doing flickered through her mind. But as soon as that thought occurred to her, it drifted away in her haze of sleepiness.
Arching her back in a stretch, she had half a mind to just curl up again and go back to bed. But the warrior who woke her up appeared at the mouth of the den and called out her name again. Grumbling, Dewspark padded around the other sleeping forms; despite her exhaustion she wasn’t a monster! I can be nice, sometimes, she thought to herself haughtily.
When Dewspark made it out of the den, she grimaced at the morning light; the sun was just peaking over the horizon and it was hitting her square in the eyes. Blinking her eyes to keep them from watering, she stumbled over to where the small patrol was gathered. She grunted out a greeting as she settled down, her mouth widening in a yawn.
From what she could tell, and or process, was that the patrol was swinging by the RiverClan border. Something about activity spiking there? As long as she was wandering near where the patrol was going, she supposed she would be fine.
Before she knew it, most of the patrol was already on their paws, heading out. Dewspark struggled to her paws, before trudging after them. She turned to one of the members and mewed sleepily, "I guess they’re starting us out early, huh?" the figure beside her solidified into a calico she-cat.
She blinked again, before a lazy smile spread across her lips. “You’re...Shineflower, right?” Dewspark then nodded to herself after a moment. “Yeah, Shineflower. Nice to meetcha, Dewspark.” She gestured towards herself, unsure as to whether or not the other she-cat had heard of her. “Guess we’re going to be patrol buddies this morning, huh? I wonder if anything’s going to happen on this patrol...” Dewspark’s voice trailed off as her eyes glazed over in thought.
At the very least, if something did happen, at least there could be a good story from it.
Shineflower ♡ | oh boy!! is that foreshadowing there???