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 Posted: Thu Sep 10, 2009 7:00 pm
Daithí hopped along the small mounds on the grounds. They were like roots, he thought, roots to the foothills. The plains were flat and boring compared to the diverse, rocky territory here and the thick grass often prevented Daithí from moving as quickly as he preferred--he was much better suited to his native mountainous terrain. Besides, in the open he would meet others, and they would ridicule him for his horns. At least here he had plenty of room to breath--and what a fresh breath did he inhale!
Stopping in the shade of a wimpy-looking tree to catch his breath, Daithí examined his surroundings. He had never been this war west, though he forgot why he usually turned back before now. He was glad he didn't though, because this place left him with a calm, serene feeling in his heart and mind. Lulled by the chirping of the birds and the squirrels, Daithí drifted into a half-sleep, murmuring of the fantastic adventures he dreamed he had in this territory. Butterflies had lead him here, he remembered; very pretty, very yellow butterflies. In his imaginings, the yellow butterflies led him deeper into the unknown and then, quite predictably, melted into butter. Daithí yawned: even dreaming seemed tiring to this industrious young Saigh on as hot a day as this. Lids still heavy, the cub looked about the view, hoping to find something interesting to keep him awake as he watched.
maybe some butterflies would melt; he didn't know their melting point but it couldn't be far from the boiling current temperature.
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Posted: Fri Sep 11, 2009 3:44 pm
Stormcloud inhaled the fresh air. He loved being on duty, it was relaxing. All he had to do was sniff around the border for any new scents and find where they were coming from along his clans border.
He didn't mind that it was a hot and sunny day, not at all. If it's a bright and sunny day then his kids can romp and play around, which makes Stormcloud incredibly happy. His kids were the world to him, so if they were happy, then he was happy.
Stormcloud noticed this strange scent. It wasn't a scent that he was familiar with. The scent source was close to, he could tell by just how strong the scent was. Curious, he followed it, his nose high in the air and concentrating on that one particular scent.
It didn't take him long to get to where the scent came from and Stormcloud smiled. It was just a cub who had probably lost its way, going where he didn't know.
The cub reminded him of his cub Shadowfoot and how she always loved to run away on her little adventures. He didn't mind the cub going on her little adventures, heck she needed a break once in awhile, everyone does. It made him grin from ear to ear, as he remembered past little escapades that his eldest daughter decided to partake on.
Stormcloud didn't want to disturb the little ones sleep, so he quietly walked up to the little horned cub. The horns didn't frighten or bother or frighten him at all, he actually thought that that was a cute little physical feature on the cub.
He sat there and watched, content to wait until the little cub woke up.
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