wistful thinking.

[Thistle]

The light season was almost unbearable; a drowsiness had enveloped Bat-tail's mind and he spent most of his time sleeping beside the cool stone wall. Today, being rather thirsty, he went to the first water source he could think of: the stream. Hopefully, it hadn't dried up yet.

The dark tabby padded toward the stream bed and found what he was looking for; a small puddle of water. Wetting his parched throat, he drank like a cat dying of thirst. Then, when he thought his stomach would burst, he flopped down onto the rugged stone. He could've sworn he heard a sloshing noise as he settled on the ground.

With a yawn, he surveyed his surroundings. A trio of cats were talking several rat-lengths away. One of them looked rather fat. Or was she just pregnant...? Bat-tail had considered fathering kits one day. Kittens were just so adorable, except when they were noisy nuisances. But they were also a lot of responsibility... With those thoughts in mind, he rested his head on his paws and watched the pool's surface still into a glassy mirror.

[kayte103]

Blackfoot limped along steadily, determined to reach water. It had been a few hours since she had received her rat bite, and she needed to clean it before it became infected. So, where would be the perfect place to find a source of water? Why, the stream, of course! Blackfoot just hoped there would be a trickle left.

When she finally arrived, she was relieved to see a small puddle of water. She carefully trod down the stream bed, and once she reached the puddle, began to wash her wound. She was so engulfed in her work that she didn't see the dark tabby tom lying on the other side of the bank.

[Cloud]

Drabheart was quiet as he padded along by the little bit of water left. How? How? How?

How could he ever try and bring cats together? Everyone was just so different. Even he had his failings, his impatient moments.

Maybe talking to someone would help. He saw a tabby tom by the stream and padded over to him.

"Hello." He said in a quiet voice. The brownish gray tom looked at the sand. It was not that he was shy - merely a bit gloomy. Unusual for him, but then, even the brightest of faces got shadowed over sometimes.