Post by Flamey on Oct 19, 2009 6:23:26 GMT -5
Hazelstorm walked at a steady pace towards the Willow Grove. He had been staying at the warrior's den for far to long, doing practically nothing, so his stride was slightly stiff. He inhaled deeply, taking in the scents of the forest and the early light blanket of fog that covered FogClan. When he reached the grove, he felt something snag on his pelt. It was a few branches from a willow tree that were too close to the ground. He deftly maneuvered out of it, getting a few scratches and scrapes in the process, but they would heal quickly. With a quick glare at the willow, he continued making his way deeper into the grove. He didn't really have any clue as to what he was doing. He was just following some inner intuition that was telling him what to do.[/size]