The long days ahead [Open]

[RiiRii]

Sitting at the top of meadowclan territory, towards the border is. The wind brushing through her brown fawn fur and feeling the heather and long grass brush against her fur and stretched out on the ground, watching a rabbit dash through the ground, paws thumping viciously against the floor and dashing around.

Watching the rabbit, she hunched up and swayed her tail side to side against the ground.
Three, two, one.. LEAP! Her paws stretched out forward and backward, landing behind the rabbit as it ran away and dodged her.
Pushing her body to the side and running behind the rabbit and dashing behind the rabbit as it squealed and dived towards the burrow.
Smirking, Sparrowclaw grabbed the rabbit by the scruff and picking it up and holding her head high. Smirking as the rabbit squirmed in mid air, slashing at her but unable to twist and hit her face.

She lowered her head to the ground, the rabbit stretching out as it got ready to dash the second she let go of the rabbit, but she pressed her paws against its flank and head, moving her mouth down and biting into its neck, killing it and picking it up once more. Heading to a small area and digging a hole to drop the rabbit in.
As she covered the rabbit up and then sat down next to the mound, sighing.

She wrapped her tail around her fore paws, taking a slow deep breath. After the burning incident with her clan camp, she sighed and flattening her ears. Closing her green eyes and looking up to the sky. Still slightly grey from the smoke.

[Pyro]

So. Starclan was real. Or maybe not Starclan persay, but something was real be it God or whatever strange high-beings existed in the afterlife. How else could Cedarstar have been given nine lives? How else could he have died three times and still be well and kicking? Three times...it'd been days since that conversation but the thought of anyone, even Cedarstar, dying more than once still sent shivers down the warrior's spine. He shook his head trying to clear it. He couldn't walk around in a daze for the rest of his life just because a truth had been revealed to him. Plenty of cats believed in Starclan, and you didn't see them looking ghost-touched or shutting down or avoiding their women...Of course...his avoidance of Essie was completely unrelated to his talk with Cedar. No, she had that look in her eyes, that mischievious princess of thieves look, and that meant she had some sort of revenge planned for him because of his 'little kiss'. He chuckled when he remembered it. Let no one say he had a bad sense of timing. He had a perfect sense of it. Women were just too sensitive about their ~chastity~. And speaking of women. Particularly women he'd like to avoid...Sparrowclaw. His rugged face twisted into a frown. A full face frown. The kind of frown you only get when you see something particularly horrible. And yes, to Elkstep, Sparrowclaw might as well be just that. She was arrogant to a 'T' and it was no secret that the fiery she-cat disliked Elkstep just as much as he disliked her. Which worked for him. Buuuut he couldn't be on bad terms with her forever, right? Ugh. to think that Holliday was thiking of pandering to some irritable deputy with all the tact of...just...why. He forced his face to look pleasant, casting aside the frown. Cedarstar couldn't do all the work. At some point he would have to make some sort of an effort to be more...cordial...with some of the more outspoken loner-haters. It was a two-way street. "Nice catch, Sparrowclaw." Speaking [bg=d6d5ae][atrb=width,500,true] [atrb=border,0,true]