Curly Amber Fluff [C]

It was nearing midday, and through the thick foliage of Thunderclan's forest, the sun fell in broken beams of light. Amberpaw looked up at the canopy as we walked, observing bursts of emerald and shamrock interrupted by splashes white sunlight. He listened to the music of midday as birds sung boldly among the wind-rustled tree leaves. Ahh, yes, birds. Amberpaw smiled as he thought of Birdclan and his two buds, Cedarpaw and Shrewpaw...or, Cedarstar and Shrewstar, rather.

His thoughts were interrupted at the sound of approaching pawsteps, and the amber tabby turned to see who was coming.