Post by Riley on Jun 19, 2022 21:54:14 GMT
Flare enjoyed being part of a Clan. He enjoyed having adults besides his parents to talk to, and enjoyed having younger cats besides his siblings to train. He enjoyed having responsibilities he hadn't had before, enjoyed being depended on. He was even OVER-joyed that he was a part of Suzie's stories now instead of just passing them down.
What he DIDN'T enjoy was the territory. Flare wasn't a fan of being wet, and the river and streams that ran through RiverClan's territory made it so most of the territory was wet. Perhaps not as wet as the marshes of the pine forest he'd explored as a youth before deciding he didn't like it, but wet enough.
And so it was on this sunhigh, after giving the apprentices their daily training and letting them loose, that Flare made his way toward the stepping stones. He made his way across them carefully, just in case there was frost or ice on the stones, and breathed a sigh of relief when the shade of the oaks hit his back.
This was his home, his territory. He knew every leaf, every stone, every hole. He knew where prey was likely to hide, and he knew which spot to avoid in case of danger. On a cold yet sunny day, adders might be about on the snake stones, but squirrels would be about to dig up their acorns.
It was these squirrels Flare was going after now, and he made his leisurely way toward the tallest sycamore in the forest.
What he DIDN'T enjoy was the territory. Flare wasn't a fan of being wet, and the river and streams that ran through RiverClan's territory made it so most of the territory was wet. Perhaps not as wet as the marshes of the pine forest he'd explored as a youth before deciding he didn't like it, but wet enough.
And so it was on this sunhigh, after giving the apprentices their daily training and letting them loose, that Flare made his way toward the stepping stones. He made his way across them carefully, just in case there was frost or ice on the stones, and breathed a sigh of relief when the shade of the oaks hit his back.
This was his home, his territory. He knew every leaf, every stone, every hole. He knew where prey was likely to hide, and he knew which spot to avoid in case of danger. On a cold yet sunny day, adders might be about on the snake stones, but squirrels would be about to dig up their acorns.
It was these squirrels Flare was going after now, and he made his leisurely way toward the tallest sycamore in the forest.
