enjoying the view {open}

[Falconpaw]

The sun had just set over the WindClan territory. Still, traces of it remained, spilling purple light over the eastern horizon. A gentle breeze set ripples waving through the long blades of grass across the moorland. As Falconpaw watched, the shadows cast by the minor hills before him stretched out until they looked as though they came from mountains. Twilight, he thought, One of the most beautiful times of day. He drew in a deep breath, and then let it all out in one long slow sigh. Right now it feels like anything could be possible; there is no sunlight to shatter foolish fantasies and no moonlight to bathe the land in its mystifying supernatural glow. His lips twitched. There is nothing to stop the mind from shaping the land into something from a dream. He stood and flexed his paws, letting the cool grass works its way between his toes. Should I go back to camp now? he wondered, Maybe I could stay out for a bit longer. His gaze turned back in the direction of the camp. It's not like anybody is waiting for me. He shook his head. No, no. I mustn't be so negative. WindClan took me in. I owe them everything. The stars began to twinkle above. Sometimes it's easy to forget that. Agiain he sighed. For now I'll just stay out here. Outlook rock is beautiful at this time of night. _____________________ Word Count: 237 Tags: open Comments: -x- [bg=000000][atrb=border,0,true]

[Mosstail]

Mosstail trotted up the slope. She had heard about how the view at dusk was beautiful, and she wanted to see it for herself. She was surprised when she came to the top and found Falconpaw looking at the view.
She came up next to him and said, "Wow! It looks even more amazing when you see it for yourself. I've heard cats talk about the view, but it didn't know it was this beautiful at twilight." She smiled and continued to look at the territory around her. She could see the whole territory from the top of the rock. The wind ruffled her fur, and she held her head high to let the air flow all around her.
"I love the wind up here." She meowed, "It makes you feel like your in the clouds."

[Falconpaw]

Falconpaw started as a cat's voice suddenly sounded next to him. He had been lost in thought and hadn't realized that he was no longer the only one there. He turned to face the newcomer and found himself looking at a young, calico she-cat; it was Mosstail. She was only a few moons older than he and was one of the newer warriors in WindClan. "Oh, hello Mosstail." he murmured, a tinge of anxiety pricking at his chest. He had never been very good with others, but one-on-one conversation was probably where he had the most difficulty. "Wow! It looks even more amazing when you see it for yourself. I've heard cats talk about the view, but it didn't know it was this beautiful at twilight." "You've never been up here at twilight before?" he asked. It just seemed so strange to him that someone who had been in the clan for so long could have never manged to make it to Outlook Rock at dusk. "How come?" "I love the wind up here. It makes you feel like your in the clouds." Falconpaw turned his gaze back out to the landscape. "I've never really thought about that before." A breeze drifted over him, and he lifted his head so it would run across his face. It was a strange feeling to have the wind caress him in this manner, but it did truly mkae him feel lighter. He smiled. "I suppose it kind of does." _____________________ Word Count: 246 Tags: Mosstail, open Comments: -x- [bg=000000][atrb=border,0,true]

[Mosstail]

Mosstail looked at Falconpaw and answered, "I haven't been up here before because I've never had time. The days I do have time I usually forget about the view."
She didn't know why, but she enjoyed evening patrols much better than ones during the day. Maybe it was because the setting sun made every rock or patch of grass shine. She didn't know all she knew was that she loved it. Her stomach growled at her, and she looked down at her soft underbelly.
"I'm going to head back to camp," she stated, "I need a nice juicy rabbit to fill my belly." As much as she wanted to stay and look at the view, she knew her hunger was growing. She hadn't eaten anything all day, and there would be no more prey left if she waited to much longer.
"See ya later," she meowed before jumping off the rock, and started to head back to camp.