A Fresh Start.

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Hawkstrike.The great.

The orange hued orb rose slowly into the brightening sky, castings it's bright rays on the forest covered landscape below. The trees swayed in the gentle breeze causing the newly grown leaves to shake delicately. Birds who were tucked safely away in their nests awoke, beginning to preen one another's feathers. The small feathered creatures then began to chirp merrily to the world of the wonder of the new day ahead. All animals of different size, and color each heard this song interpreting it in his or her own way. Yes, this was how life began each morning in ThunderClan territory.

It was while this phenomenon took place that a lazy lump of brown fur made his way into the sandy clearing. The tabby tom looked ragged as if he had just awoken from a deep slumber, which was in fact correct. Thankfully the camp was all excluding himself deserted. Most were still sleeping soundly in the comfort of their cozy nests, all except him.
Hawktalon wasn't normally a morning type of cat. Actually he was known for sleeping in whenever possible. What had woken him up a this early hour? He did not know. But as he settled down and gazed up at the sky. He was momentarily awestruck. For such a beautiful variety of colors were displayed before his very eyes soft reds, golden yellows, different shades of oranges, and most prominent of all the light blue which was usually seen during the daylight hours. It was then that Hawkstrike realized how precious moments like these are. He sighed if only he had someone to share it with.....

[Tanglestar]

>> Thunderstep <<

Thunderstep's tongue rolled out of his mouth as a massive yawn erupted from his throat. His back arched as he stretched. Blinking the sleep out of his eyes, the large tom padded out of his den and into the early sunlight. His golden pelt flashed and glimmered as he walked more towards the center.

To much of his surprise, Hawkstrike was awake, and alert, staring at the morning sky. Cocking his head, he padded toward the fellow warrior and smiled.

"Up so early, Hawkstrike?" Came the gruff voice, yet full of happiness and serenity. The golden tom flopped beside the tabby tom and let out another yawn. He followed his gaze, and found he was enjoying the sight of the day-lit sky.

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Hawstrike.The great.


A voice erupted into the air shattering the silence. "Up so early,Hawstrike?" The gruffly asked question came from Thunderstep a ginger colored tom. He had seen the warrior in camp a few times but rarely struck up conversation. Now was as good a time as any.

The brown tabby swivled his head in Thundersteps direction. "It appears I am, couldn't sleep." Came the meager reply. Hawkstrike tore his gaze away
from the fellow tom, and redirected it back towards the heavens. He marveled in it's simplistic beauty.

[Tanglestar]

Thunderstep blinked in reply. He again followed the toms gaze back to the sky. The sunlight leaked through the trees, setting a pink and yellow environment as it gradually lit up more and more of the forest. After a while to silence, Thunderstep spoke up again.

"It's quite beautiful, isn't it?"

He shot a sideways glance to the usually quiet tom from the corner of his eye, then back to the sky.

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Hawstrike.The great.


Hawkstrike kept his gaze fixed on the sky, not sure what to say to break the awkward silence that had followed his short answer. He had never really been much of a talker around strangers, only with his close friends was he truly himself. In fact he rather hated small talk it was completely pointless you never got anything accomplished other then saying a few phony nice words.

"It's quite beautiful, isn't it?" The rhetorical question disturbed Hawkstrike from his train of thought, annoyance began to flare up inside of him. What's the point of this? His inner voice seemed to yowl.

He contemplated for a few moments whether to answer the warrior or just leave it hanging in the air. The tom had made an effort to reach out and talk to him. The least he could do was reply. "Yes it is." He replied through gritted teeth trying to remain calm and collected.

[Tanglestar]

Thunderstep noted the anger flaring in the tom. He was obviously frusterated in his company.

Not wanting to start anything, Thunderstep peeled his gaze from Hawkstrike and to his paws. With a slight sigh, he heaved himself to his feet, and swallowed, the somehow break to awkwardness. His tail swayed from side to side and he took a deep breath, and meowed, "Tanglestar wanted me on an early dawn patrol. You're welcome to join me if you would like," The golden ginger tom offered, although his hopes were not high for company. He wondered if he could ask another cat, but it seamed every one had something else to do that morning, or they were up too late, etc.

So with one small glance into Hawkstrikes eyes, he turned and walked out toward the thorn tunnel.

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