Post by Lionstar on Jul 15, 2009 11:47:46 GMT -7
Lionstar walked around her camp. She was the proud leader of thunderclan. The clan of heros and honor. She walked up and stood proudly on the highrock looking over her clan. The husle and busle of clan life was all around her. Aprenteces egerly at work, warriors on patrols, kits playing, queens watching the kits, the elders telling stories in their den, and cats eating fresh kill. She felt so proud to be the leader of this magnifacent clan. She let out a mewo of happiness as she ran out of camp to do some hunting in the thunderclan territory. She could feel the wind on her face as she ran through the forest. She let all of the sents in keeping her mouth open to check for prey. She heard a scuffle under the leaves and she came to a silent halt. She tasted the air. Definately a mouse. She got into a hunters crouch and moved silently toard the unsespecting prey. She lept and killed it in one swift move. She picked up the prey purring happily and troted off toard camp. She was a onehundered percent thunderclan cat. She was probably the most loyal cat in the whole clan. She would do anything to keep her clan safe. It was all she cared about and all she was. She entered the camp and place the plump mouse on the fresh kill pile. She then went up and layed out on the high rock to sun and groom herself.