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Post by Deleted on Sept 9, 2013 7:29:38 GMT -5
Though he rose that morning when the dawn patrol left their nests as any good apprentice should, Lizardpaw could not find his mentor Cocoafoot anywhere. Admittedly, he did not spend much time searching; only halfheartedly calling into the warriors den (and probably waking up several senior warriors in the process). Having decided this meant he had the day to do as he pleased, Lizardpaw had set out for a day of relaxation.
He briefly considered trying a spot of fishing as he walked out of the beach cave that was the BeachClan camp, but immediately pushed this thought away. For one thing, he hated fishing, and for another, this was his day off. He was sure he would have plenty apprentice things to do tomorrow. Lizardpaw walked leisurely for quite a while, and by the time he reached the hidden cove it was already sunhigh.
Lizardpaw padded across the beach of the hidden cove. Though it was leaf-fall, the sand was warm, and he purred at the heat against his pads. Deciding this was as good a place as any to sunbathe, he lied down on the beach, tucking his paws under his chest. With a happy sigh Lizardpaw turned his face to the sun, soaking in the warming rays and wondering how the day could possibly get any better. |
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Post by PIGPAW on Sept 10, 2013 17:52:01 GMT -5
Pigpaw was not one to awaken early; oh no. What did he have to do in the day but sleep and eat anyway? He was perfectly content with life at the moment- Shrimpstar hardy ever wanted to train, mostly because neither of them could really do much with their layers of pudge; Mayflypaw was doing well with her mentor, and had refused to drift away from his side like most annoying sisters would; he had made a new friend on the beach very recently, by the name of Peeperpelt. How could he want anything more? When Pigpaw finally did rouse from his dreams of prancing mice and donuts, the mid-morning sun bathed the camp in its glorious rays, casting down beat wherever shade was not found.
Pigpaw stood groggily to his feet, letting the restful sleep wash off him in waves. His muddy grey eyes shifted haphazardly around camp as he approached the den's entrance, only to find that not much activity was going on. Seeing nothing too exciting, Piggy smiled gaily to himself and began a light (as in, hardly anything at all) jog towards the beach. He had found long ago that by being down by the warm leaf-fall sand, a few stray gusts of breeze would often carry the ocean's spray over in your direction; this way, he wouldn't have to get too close to the thunderous roar of the waves, and he would still find relief from this afternoon's heat. Perhaps, if he was lucky, he would even find a pretty shell to bring to one of his friends.
Humming a light tune, Piggy found himself on an autopilot course; sure, he was quite lazy, but the beach was one of his favorite destinations in the territory, he would walk there fairly often. He wasn't even terribly surprised when his paws lead him in the direction of the hidden cove, for on most days the mist from the scattered rocks was abundant, and the roar wasn't nearly as loud. The hidden cove was not only an ideal place to laze around, but it was often clear of others as well. As he walked and hummed, slightly out of breath, Pigpaw wondered to himself how his day could get any better.
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