Post by .feather//oceana. on Jul 18, 2008 23:35:37 GMT -5
xx.//I have a confession to make.]]
From the forest below, one could scarcely see the shape of a cat perched comfortably overhead, atop many old fallen trees. The she-cat's auburn coat blended in very nicely with the bark of the trees, after all her namesake came from the the timber anyways. Timbercreek lowered to her haunches to get a better look at the forest floor. She hoped Marshclaw would be able to find her, and she also hoped she would be able to pick out the tom's tortoiseshell coat from the various shades of the undergrowth. Timbercreek liked the idea of being able to see but at the same time, be unseen. That is precisely why she asked Marshclaw to come to the Treetop Hideaway today. Though the mysterious place had a reputation for being difficult to find, Timbercreek was a regular visitor, and had marked the path from the hideout to camp. The femme was sure that Marshclaw would be able to find it.
As she rose to her paws, her back stung slightly, but it was nowhere near as intense a pain as when she had been actually locked in combat and had claws embedded in the very spots where slight pain was radiating. She had recalled the horrific attack of AshClan that she and Marshclaw had endured, resulting in serious injuries on both sides. The femme remembered the objective of that trip had been to hunt, but it had been spoiled by those rotton AshClanners. Today, she secretly hoped to get to know Marshclaw better, as well as actually hunt. And of course, since they were at the Treetop Hideaway, they may as well enjoy the spectacular view.
Though heavy clouds began to form in the sky, Timbercreek's hopes remained high. She did not mind being out in the rain, especially when it was scorching hot. The femme silently gave thanks to DreamClan for finally making it rain a little to appease the horrible drought's hunger.
xx.//I've never been the kind of kid who wants to buy what you're selling to me.]]
