winterstorm had been out all day hunting, searching for some prey to add to the dwindling fresh kill pile. lately, the clan had gotten very quiet and uneventful, which meant that the more active members of the clan had to step up. and winterstorm, being an over-achiever, was on constant patrol. he hadn't been getting much sleep lately, because he had been overworking himself completely.
the cream tabby tom needed a bit of a break. he made his way over to a shady spot in the center of camp and lay down, rolling over onto his back, closing his eyes.
/sorry, i'm not very good at first posts!
