RiverSpirit456

Dew was sniffing the air, opening her mouth to let the muddled scents of greenleaf bathe her tongue. Her brother had to be around here somewhere. He was probably lounging on some sun-baked rock. Dew rolled her eyes just thinking about it. She couldn’t imagine sleeping in today of all days. The little silver cat trotted around the trunk of the Giant Oak and found her brother, predictably, stretched across one of the flat rocks just beyond the tree’s branches. Dew bounded over to the tom. “Briar! Briar, wake up!” Briar remained still, tabby pelt rising and falling evenly. Dew grew impatient. Rearing up, she prepared to bring her forepaws down on his belly with all her might. This’ll show him for being such a lazy bum! However, as the she-cat brought her paws down, the tom rolled out of the way in the knick of time, and Dew slapped the rock, looking up in surprise. Briar, now sitting before her, licked a paw slowly and gazed at her through a half closed amber eye, annoyance plain