rocks on the beach (open, wc x rc) Jun 7, 2015 12:19:34 GMT -5
Post by emberpaw on Jun 7, 2015 12:19:34 GMT -5
Emberpaw | 8 Moons | Apprentice | WindClan | She-cat
One moment, she had been slipping through the tall fields of lavender, and the next, sand slipped between her toes and dusted itself across the tops of her paws. Emberpaw skidded to a halt and looked around herself. The fields weren’t far behind, but a small beach extended on before her. Slowly, her long, feathery tail curled itself around to tuck against her side, its white tip twitching back and forth uneasily. Had she crossed the border? It was so difficult to tell—all she had smelled was lavender and fresh dirt and the occasional wife of mouse. Now, with pale sane sticking to her deep red fur, Emberpaw’s nose was rubbed down with the smells from the ocean and shoreline.
The scarlet coated she-cat slinked farther along, her claws ticking up bits of sand and the smallest pebbles she had ever seen. The farther she crept into the sands, the more rocks show themselves, and the larger they grew. Emberpaw perked her ears as she continued, and when she came upon a rock larger and flatter than the rest, Emberpaw was quick to bunch her muscles to leap up on top of it.
She sprawled herself out on the sun-baked rock, and a rich purr began to rumble inside of her throat as the heat from the rock seeped up into her skin and the lean, just budding muscles gleaned from long hours of training.
Emberpaw’s eyes shifted elsewhere along the delicate line of where sands ended and dirt began, but she couldn’t see or smell anyone else. Unused to the strength of the smell of the vast waters, it’s likely if another cat had been present, their scent would have been lost to the red she-cat as well.
”MmmMmn,” Emberpaw hummed and lowered her chin to rest it on top of one of her forepaws. The sun shone down brightly across the shoreline, warming both the young she-cat as well as her chosen perch.