Post by Icy|Qui on Dec 24, 2008 17:18:36 GMT -6
[It's been scientifically proven]
That afternoon, it was cold.
Unrealistically cold. Therefore, today was bound to be bad from the start.
And it had been. First, not one but three kittens had wandered off from camp and wandered out onto the ice. Then an enthusiastic warrior had chased out to rescue them, only to be sent crashing when he hit a thin spot on the ice.
Then another warrior who had stood in the wrong place had gone down with the first.
So, for today's record, Quietstar now had two warriors sitting on the sidelines with fever and one very annoyed medicine cat.
Kits.
He curled his tail around his body in a vain attempt to ward off the cold. Oh, to have long fur during winter. Maybe they could kidnap a few of those fluffy ThunderClan apprentices and skin them. Though the Clan was unlikely to agree to that plan, so that was out.
The second option was to sacrifice those three annoying kits. Bad idea.
Third and final option was to simply fluff up your fur and bear it. That was going to have to be the option Quietstar chose.
The sound of frolicking apprentices caused his gray ears to twitch lazily. Then, as promised, two apprentices -a brindle and a tabby- shot past his den entrance, covered in snow. As the gray tom lowered his eyelids for a nap an elder started yelling, something about apprentices having no respect for the elderly. He cat-smirked.
