Copperstripe stretched his limbs from front toetip to back toetip as he slunk out of the warriors den. Shaking himself, he blinked his soft red eyes up at the sky, letting the warmth of the sun soak into his fur and the scents on the air waft over his pallet. Tail tip flicked idly as he thought about what he should go about doing today. Should he hunt? Check the borders? Check in on the elders, kits, apprentices? Since the great move, all clans had lost significant numbers from their ranks, but since then, they had all began to slowly rebuild. The heat of Greenleaf brought the copper patched and striped tom a renewed energy and spring in his step. Perhaps he would go hunting first. Check the borders while he was out, killing two birds with one stone.
His jaws parted again to pick up the scents. The freshkill pile had a few mice and a couple of rabbits, but they would need more. Perhaps the rabbit hole he had stumbled upon a few days ago would yield more life to feed his clan. Drawing a pink tongue over one mottled paw, he glanced towards the warrior den for Skyfall, the beautiful bluesilver stripped she cat that had stolen his heart, but she seemed to still be sleeping. An amused mrrow tickled his throat. "Sleepy thing..." he meowed softly. He'd let her sleep a while longer.
But perhaps someone else would join him?
Magician Arcana
