Post by Clementine on Apr 15, 2012 13:44:36 GMT -5
Crimsonfire woke from the light slumber he had been enjoying and poked his way out of the Warrior's den. It was a little past sunhigh; Crimsonsky had had to go out for a dawn patrol, and when they got back, he had gone straight back to his nest. He padded across camp towards the fresh-kill pile, his jaws split wide in a yawn. He stared in dismay at the almost nonexistent pile of prey. WIth these stupid loners and rogues taking over, and the two-legs moving in, prey was getting lower and lower. Honestly, if the clan didn't do something soon, they would all die and Skyclan would be disbanded... again. They couldn't let that happen. Crimsonfire took the tiniest piece of prey, a little mouse, and took a seat, eating it up in two short bites. Hopefully all the others would have prey, specifically the queens, kits and elders. Crimsonfire stretched, letting another yawn escape as he basked in the sun. Now that newleaf was here, maybe things would get better.
