The Small Things

[Sun]

[Not sure if we're still doing the timestamping or not, but I'll do it anyways. xD]

[TIMESTAMP:] Middle green-leaf, day 7

Driftingleaf

Birds' songs enchanted the warm air in RowanClan's territory, the sun shining brightly down on the forest. Lush grass shifted under paw as light-brown paws carefully trekked through the trees, large, pointed ears swiveling this way and that as they listened for prey or possibly another cat. A long tail trailed behind the figure, proudly waving around like a flag in the wind, although there was hardly any wind to ruffle this appendage. Crystal-blue eyes danced happily through the forest, darting in different directions as the movement of plants and creatures caught the light-hearted attention of a young, dashing tom.
He heard the growing gurgle of the river up ahead, and he picked up his pace a little, though still keeping his gentle trot as he made his way through the beautiful forest. Over the horizon, the large stream of water was making its way into view, and the light-brown tom slowly brought himself next to the river, carefully leaning down to lap at the water while his ears twitched away flies that came near his head.
The RowanClan had been looking for some time away from his crazy mother, sick of her constantly following him everywhere he went. 'Honestly, how am I suppose to do anything with her always there?' he rumbled angrily in his head, the short fur on the back of his neck starting to bristle with frustration just at the thought of it.

[Goodness, I need to get back into the swing of RPing cats once more. xD]

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[Cinder !]

BUZZARDSONG ;

It had been a while since the lean WillowClan she-cat had stretched her legs.
The Greenleaf sun seemed to smile down on her, turning her deep brown pelt into a rich shade of chocolate. Her gorgeous green eyes matched the shade of the ripe leaves high in the treetops. Buzzardsong welcomed the comfortable warmth sinking into her darker fur. The sun wasn't too hot today, just right for the she-cat's liking. Her paws pressed against the sun-baked earth, soaking up the heat eagerly. The WillowClan she-cat was in high spirits, her tail high and her ears pricked forward. Her intention was to hunt, she had caught a squirrel already and buried it some way back, but she found herself at the river quicker than she thought possible. It was the border with RowanClan, so Buzzardsong was obliged to stay back. There was a small tree that stood on a tiny mound of earth, and a patch of sunlight boasted to one side of it.
It was too tempting to resist. Buzzardsong was a bit close to the border for her liking, but the patch of sunlight was drawing her in. So, she padded over to it and lay down, stretching herself out. The sun continued to warm her chocolate-brown fur, and it made her feel comfortably fuzzy inside.

Her eyes were half closed in pleasure, but they snapped open when she saw movement on the other side of the river. A cat was lapping at the river's edge, and he looked really angry. Buzzardsong was in a good, friendly mood, so she let out a chime of laughter, eyes shining at the sight of the angry tom.
"What's ruffled your fur?" She commented loudly, a smile lighting up her facial features.