Such a Pretty Day [[.to be invisible]], Velvetmoss

[Velvetmoss]

Open Rocks was a dangerous place. The threat of adders was constant, and it was the reason why apprentices, kits, and new warriors were forbidden to come here.

Velvetmoss was not a new warrior, or an apprentice or kit, so she could sun on the open faces as much as she liked. Besides, no one in the Clan would notice. She was Duskclan’s ghost warrior.

The dappled brown she-cat had already spent a good couple of hours hunting in the forest, and had deposited her catch- two ground squirrels, a chipmunk, and a vole- in the fresh-kill pile. Very few warriors had even glanced her way; a normality for the small warrior. She had no friends, no apprentices, and didn’t do anything big for the Clan. Thus she was rarely noticed, and only spoken of as an afterthought.

“Oh, yeah, that Velvetmoss might have been in camp earlier.” “A little brown she-cat put a bird in the fresh-kill pile, if you want it. Hm? I don’t know. For some reason, I can’t recall her name.”

Fine with her. Being invisible meant she wasn’t burdened with a great deal of tasks –though Greenstar was pretty much the only cat that did acknowledge her and know her name- and she had more free time than other warriors. Which meant she had no qualms about coming to the Open Rocks to sun.

The heat was rather nice, and the agile little cat could easily dodge any adders surprised by her sudden presence. Sharp ears would catch the sound of scales on rock or approaching pawsteps.

She laid down close to the water- she was far enough away to get a pleasant amount of sun, but close enough to get a drink and let the refreshing spray of water keep her body from overheating.

It was a rather nice day to be a ghost.

[Thistleclaw]

Thistleclaw swung his head about, ears twitching as he tried to scent prey. He knew Velvetmoss was there. But he hoped she would remain quiet as long as he was trying to hunt.

He scented mouse. His ears twitched as he dropped into the hunters crouch and prepared to pounce. He glanced over his shoulder at Velvetmoss and turned his head back to where the mouse was. He leapt and easily caught and killed it.

Thistleclaw turned his head to Velvetmoss once again and blinked, wondering if she would talk to him. Forget hunting. He had other things buried back near the camp, and he wanted to talk to other cats.