Scorchlight made her way out of the warrior den, emerging into the snow-covered forest. Her eyes glared at the dark oak trees stripped of twigs and branches—a loss of its former glory, indeed. She mumbled a few words, mostly related to waking herself up. Missing the mossy beds and the warrior den at home wasn’t going to help her or her clanmates. She could be of use to her clan, not that she was much use in this dismal state. Sneezes and coughs spread everywhere as she tried to get back on her paws to eat something.
The morning sun shone brightly in the sky as she started off her day. It didn’t feel like a great start, yet she twisted her head so it was nearly below her stomach, closed her eyes, and yawned. Nothing to do nowadays; she was stuck in camp with nothing to do but sit there like a dead weight for RiverClan, a burden. She thought that could be what many cats thought of themselves. Now she was optimistic, at least not letting that bother her, regaining her former confidence she had as an apprentice. Her ginger pelt shone bright as she laid down over a vole, munching on it. It may not have been the fish she ate a lot, but it was food.
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Scorchlight | Riverclan Tier 4 Warrior
