Post by Silverstar on May 12, 2010 21:12:07 GMT -5
A soft ray of sun light fell from the sky casting a silver tabby she-cat with it's warming rays. Her pelt turning silver in the sunlight. She plucked the feathers from a bird that she had taken from her Clans fresh-kill pile. Her clan was well fed this time of year, since it was new leaf, and the prey was running in the wood land that ran along the river. The river was also full of fish which only RiverClan cats knew how to catch and it also gave the Clan it's name.
Silverstar finished her bird and looked around the RiverClan camp. The camp was busy with clan life and some cats were even sharing tounges in the tradition the helped bind the clan together. She let out a content sigh and began washing her silver fur.
Silverstar finished her bird and looked around the RiverClan camp. The camp was busy with clan life and some cats were even sharing tounges in the tradition the helped bind the clan together. She let out a content sigh and began washing her silver fur.
