Leaf-bare Approaches [OPEN] Dec 1, 2012 17:13:11 GMT -5
Post by sil on Dec 1, 2012 17:13:11 GMT -5
f i s h b o n e
[/td][/tr][tr][td][/td][/tr][/table][/center]Fishbone had grown in the moons since he had become deputy. Not in stature, unfortunately. He was still small and thin. His confidence as a leader had developed. The tom was no longer frightened by giving orders or speaking in front of groups of his Clan mates. His duties as deputy kept him too busy to be anxious or nervous.
NorthClan had two territories to patrol, and he had to organize all of them. The mystery behind Blackstorm’s death still haunted him, and the constant worry of EastClan’s inevitable retaliation hung over them all. Now leaf-bare was fast approaching, and that meant even more responsibilities to divvy out. The tunnels had to be protected against the extra weight of the snow, slush and ice needed to be kept out of the camp, and the dens had to be fortified against the bitter mountain cold.
Fishbone sighed as he padded around the nursery, overseeing the apprentices and warriors bringing in dry moss and grasses. The long stalks of wheat and grass from EastClan’s plains made good insulation. The NorthClan kits would need to stay as warm as possible. Fishbone felt a smile tug at his lips as he watched the kits tumble around the tunnel den. The young tom hadn’t found many reasons to smile lately, but the playfulness of the kits made him happy.