Post by Duskpelt on Jul 5, 2014 16:44:32 GMT 12
Duskpelt slipped into camp as he flung two large rats and a water vole into the fresh-kill pile. He slowly padded to the warriors den with a drag in his walk. He was tired he felt like he could sleep for moons. He had nothing to do all day but lead hunting patrols and border patrols. No one has crossed the border which was good and prey was running good. Everything was going just fine. Which was actually a bit weird. He needed some action in his life. He seemed to be so board he was tried. Strange isn't it?
Bad enofe to say he actually wished someone could cross the border. He sighed as he slipped into the warriors den. He looked around spotting one or two pelts in the den. He padded to his nest as he landed with a thud and an exaggerated sigh. He needed action in his life! He rolled over so that his paws were in the air and his back was on the floor. He sighed once again. Great! I'm not sleepy anymore. He laid there as he played with his paws that were up in the air. Hopefully someone would come to talk to him, or something.
