Written in the Stars

it was around mid-afternoon and the sun's brigjt rays shone through cracks within the tree branches, illuminating and warming oakclan camp. and where there was warm sun, there was also sedgestream, lazing around and enjoying the heat on her fur. this was a very average day for sedgestream, laying on her belly, limbs tucked underneath her, and pale eyes closed. she was a very peaceful cat, considered lazy by most. maybe she was rather lazy, but that's how she had been her entire life. despite never having been a kittypet, the calico warrior had never worked hard for anything in her life, relying on two leg scraps and abandoned buildings in her youth. although she had to admit, she was much happier having to work and getting to spend the rest of her days in a clan than do no work and be alone.

yawning, sedgestream cracked one eye open to see if anyone was around, although she highly doubted that anyone would be, not at this time of day. however, she was pleasantly surprised when she saw her son, mistpaw, around the entrance to the apprentices' den.

"mistpaw, she chirped, hoping she was loud enough to hear and motioning for him to come over to her with a white paw.

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tags;; adrian