Lazy.Days -- {open} « Thread Started on Jul 5, 2008, 11:31am »
Aspenpool sighed as she sprawled out on the large, flat silver rock. The sun was beating downs its scorching rays on the AzureClan camp, and the boulder she was sunning herself on was as comfortable as a fresh nest of fluffy, squishy moss and feathers. A cool breeze ruffled by, causing the trees overhead to rustle and cast metamorphic shadows across the sandy floor beneath. Her green eyes drifted up toward the azure-painted sky, where no clouds dappled the peaceful opening. Birds sang joyfully nearby, and bugs chirped and clicked everywhere around her. "This is the life," she murmurred to herself, slowly closing her eyes.
Nothing stirred. The camp was empty. AzureClan was losing cats, and desperately needed more warriors. As that thought struck her, the happiness that was flooding her heart and chest immediately melted, replaced with sorrow and worry. "StarClan, help us!" she pleaded as she glanced up at the sky once more.
Graystar stood at the mouth of the camp, his olive green eyes staring out of the entrance, his eyes foggy as he thought on the past. Losing concentration was not something that Graystar did often, and if it happened, there was something wrong.
In fact, the leader of AzureClan was thinking of his daughter. Today she was 20 moons old, a proud warrior of another Clan. Graystar took his secret daughter to a friend in BirchClan, something he kept secret, even from his closest of friends. Only one knew, Windchaser's adoptive mother.
Finally, Graystar realized why he came out of his den. Turning to a tortoiseshell, Graystar made his way over to the small cat. "Aspenpool," he began, taking a seat. "Has everything been alright? Any signs from StarClan?"
Normally a very laid-back cat, Graystar began jittery when something was wrong, but tried not to show it. When this happened, he got to the point quickly.
Aspenpool suddenly jumped as Graystar's voice abruptly sounded beside her. She stared at him in bewilderment as he placed himself comfortably beside her on the sunning rock. "H-how.." she stammered in shock, but stopped herself from asking a mouse-brained question. He probably just approached her from her blind side. She scoffed at herself for being so gullible.
"No, they've been silent for a while," she murmured quietly, her green eyes dimming into what seemed like pain and betrayal. "But I've noticed that our Clan's numbers are diminishing. We need more Clan cats, fast. And that doesn't count just for us. The whole forest has a minimal population." Her heart ached at the thought. After the long Leafbare, several cats everywhere had died from the sudden spread of Greencough. Now the camp was literally deserted. They needed to begin finding more cats, whether they were Clanborn or not, and queens were definitely in need.
"Well, try not to worry too much. I'm sure something will happen, and things will get better." Graystar meowed, his voice upbeat again. Though he sounded positive, he mentally doubted that things would ever get the same again.
With a sigh, Graystar stared up at the sky, his olive eyes clouded in thoughts. What if things didn't get back to normal? What would happen then? Would AzureClan, even the other Clans, perish?
Aspenpool glanced at Graystar, wondering what he was thinking about as swirling clouds of gray slowly overlapped his sparkling olive eyes. She turned her head upwards, gazing up at the peaceful atmosphere with him. "Of course. StarClan will always be on our side, and we will always be in their debt," she smiled gently up at the sky, wondering of the StarClan warriors could see her endless thanks of gratitude. "They will never fail us. They won't allow the forest to be demolished. We won't allow it. We can't." Her voice as slowly drifting into a whisper, yet she was barely aware of it. Her dappled tail curled neatly over her paws as a sudden flare of sunlight flung its warmth on them.
"But it's peaceful," she pointed out quietly, half to herself. At least there wasn't any chance of war or battles breaking out during this period. None of the Clans had nearly enough warriors to lead into a fight or raid on camp. Yet none of the Clans had nearly enough cats to protect themselves against others. She shuddered at the thought.
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