Pebble for your thoughts.

[lambie]

Upon the river the sun glinted a rich honey'd gold, the gentle flow of the ever moving liquid rendered the sun's reflection a constant dancing entertainment for the young tom. His jade eyes watched the pleasant sparkles dance, and here and there the cut of a fish arching for a taste of the fresh midday air. Otterfur lay alone, his long muzzle laying sedate between his over-sized paws, his body docile and relaxed. Those eyes however were ever alert, bright and wide they reflected the dazzling sunshine as he followed the motions of the world before him. His long frame lay calmly behind him, not a muscle twitched nor a hair rustled as the breeze was lacking.

Not many significant thoughts filtered through his hazy brain that day, his duties had been sufficiently worked through and his time was his own for now. He could hunt or he could hone his fighting abilities yet the hunger for such duties did not stir him. He found his lack of companionship a worthwhile excuse for his boredom. Otterfur enjoyed the time he spent by the river, yet in the proximity of others the enjoyment of such a peaceful place was always more. Above him the delighted calls of the days birds filled his large ears, swimming through his lack of thoughts and filling his mind greatly.

[мυsε★]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,500,true][bg=010101] Stone and white shifted among the gentle lull of the tender yellowish green ferns. They tickled ever so playfully against the hard muscles of the pelt they seemed to stroke. The tom didn't mind, his muscles were sore from countless defense and attack practices with his clanmates to assure queens, apprentices, and a few noisy kits just how to fight and defend should the taking of Sunningrocks from ThunderClan cause a reaction. The deputy's paws stalked through the ferns until finally they parted and an open view of the river lay before him. Intent golden orbs fluttered along the open banks and silently the tom found himself thanking StarClan for such a wonderful peaceful home, but he knew the peace wouldn't last and in moons to come these very waters and stones might be stained with scarlet. Stonybrook's limbs seemed to stretch into the open clearing careful of the dying flowers that clung low to the ground, the tom observed beauty with a practiced eye and wouldn't harm it at any cost. Life on the other hand, was something he would come claws to claws close to taking every battle. The tom's golden eyes shifted to rest on a familiar form, Otterfur, a young warrior. A small smile crossed his maw and with a sweep of his tail the deputy motioned closer to the tom. With a heave of air, Stonybrook settled himself behind the young warrior. 'Enjoying the evening river, Otterfur?' the tom murred softly, his own eyes drifting over the wild lull of the waves. within the courage