The Gates of Dawn [open]

[Beware... Frankzilla!]

The tall, lithe figure of a cat trotted through EarthClan territory. Blackear's ears swiveled this way and that, constantly alert for anything her failing eyes might miss. In the dim light of dawn she slid around bushes and over rocks, and finally she came to a stop atop a small hill.

Pausing with a glance to the sky, Blackear took a deep breath and sat, her posture straight and dignified even as she relaxed. Her boggy green eyes, which now had the slightest white fog clouding them, turned and fixed themselves off in the distance, where she could see the telltale orange glow that told her the sun was about to crest the horizon.

Blackear found a simple happiness in watching the sun rise. It seemed so much crisper, cleaner, and fresher than sunset - she didn't find must pleasure in looking at the sun go down. The deep colors of sunset couldn't compare to the light, gentle colors of the sun's birth in the morning.

Sitting in silence and looking like a proud sentinel on her hill, the EarthClan deputy watched and waited for the sun's arrival into their world.

[.F.r.o.z.e.n. |Gorsey|]

Forestpaw

The trees stood still, looking like skeletons dotting the barren land without their colorful leaves gracing the branches. Their shadows cast angry darkness over the ground where Forestpaw tread, making her shiver. But soon the looming darkness was slowing torn away from the harsh landscape of EarthClan territory in leaf-bare. A soft dawn was approaching, caressing the land in its golden glow. The calm of dawn was rare to Forestpaw, for she wasn't usually allowed to travel out of camp so early. Her ducky gray coat shimmered slightly as the kiss of dawn sunlight touched it. A purr escaped Forestpaw's throat as the sun's heat infiltrated her soft fur.

Forestpaw scrambled up the slope, her paws flailing for a foothold on the hillside, which was covered in a morning frost. The clouds above were dark and forboding, swelling with snow hidden within their black bowels. Snow was coming, and with snow meant shortage of prey. This concept worried Forestpaw a great deal, and she didn't want to think about the days ahead.

As she reached the top, she saw a familiar sillouhette outlined against the rising sun. "Blackear?" her strong voice was tinted with only the smallest bit of question, because she could pick her deputy out anywhere, just by the way she stood.