Talk:The Pine Copse/@comment-5342796-20140619214507

Troutpaw lay in the cool shade of a pine tree, his pelt pressed against the rough bark. He had nothing else to do, and he was quite enjoying the quiet beauty of the afternoon, the chirping of birds a soft melody overhead. Tilting his head back, the tom blinked his round blue eyes up at the canopy of leaves and needles over him. Sunlight slanted between the boughs in golden shafts, casting a myriad of patterns on the silver of his fur. Greenleaf in NightClan is truly beautiful, the apprentice mused.