The former Creekclan warrior sat by the edge of the flooded creek; among the gathered groups of rush and sedge. The flooded creek has always been one of his favorite spots, although it was far from pretty, it was peaceful and quiet. If there had been plenty of rain, then this spot made for one of the best spots to fish.
With it being new-leaf; there was always a high chance of rain. The rain helped the forest grow, new leaves and petals on flower heads. The heavy scent of rain clung to the air, although it had not yet rained today. It was about sun-high; the skies grey and cloudy, and thankfully only a very gentle yet warm breeze.
Part of the warrior longed for it to rain. He was a tom with simple likes, some of that included watching the rain and even swimming in it. He wasn't so fond of the thunderous noises and strikes of light that followed heavy storms, though. But, hopefully no storm was ready to show it's ugly head.
The male stretched out his front paws lazily then arched his back, rolling his body into a lying down position. The merge had made clan-life rather unusual. There were now so many new faces and smells throughout CreekClan territory. The clan grounds felt crowded and at times, Covesplash found himself trying to escape for some peace and quiet, yet with very little success. Covesplash didn't mind the new faces or the crowds, but it was different and all change was hard to adapt to.
The merge was for the best interest of all the clans. Covesplash could not deny the usefulness of it all, although recalling his earlier conversation with Dawnfire and Blizzardberry..He couldn't help but still feel that eventually one warrior's tongue would slip or one leader would grow thirstier over the others. Maybe one would die and a rebellion would break out. Either way, Covesplash suspected it was foolish to think the merge would last forever. Covesplash being traditional in his ways only shared such thoughts with fellow warriors he knew, those hailing from CreekClan. The flaming tom still a touch too suspicious of the newcomers.
The warrior yawned loudly, his own thoughts clearly boring himself to death. Sighing, he pushed them aside and fixated on the tranquility of the water.
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