Post by Babylonranger on Jun 9, 2015 0:11:29 GMT -5
The meadow vole scurried among the waving grass on the sloping hill, pausing to nibble at some seeds. Upwind from the hungry rodent, golden eyes gleamed in anticipation. White paws prepared to pounce as lean muscles tensed under ginger-striped fur. In a burst of action, Applepaw leapt forward as her mentor had taught her, low to the ground and claws unsheathed in preparation. The short-furred apprentice pinned the vole, which let out a squeak of terror silenced only by a quick killing bite.
The young she-cat raised her head, grinning softly to herself. She'd come a long way since her first days as a Whisperclan apprentice. She still was less than comfortable around most cats, and she probably would never be the best fighter, but Applepaw's hunting skills were nothing to scoff at. Just today she'd caught this vole, two mice that had already been returned to camp, and a young rabbit she'd buried not far off.
The ginger tabby picked up her catch and padded back to where she'd left the small rabbit, tail held high. For a moment, Applepaw wished she'd gone hunting with another cat, one who'd be happy to just keep her company and not expect her to talk. With a sharp jerk of her head, the Whisperclan apprentice shoved the thought away. Anyone who wanted to spend time with the blunt she-cat would have to be feeling more lonely than she did. Ignoring the briary prickle of hurt lodged in her chest and the logic that insisted that there were plenty of friendly cats who would be happy to be around her, Applepaw continued her brisk walk up the slopes, vole dangling from her mouth.
((Falcon))
The young she-cat raised her head, grinning softly to herself. She'd come a long way since her first days as a Whisperclan apprentice. She still was less than comfortable around most cats, and she probably would never be the best fighter, but Applepaw's hunting skills were nothing to scoff at. Just today she'd caught this vole, two mice that had already been returned to camp, and a young rabbit she'd buried not far off.
The ginger tabby picked up her catch and padded back to where she'd left the small rabbit, tail held high. For a moment, Applepaw wished she'd gone hunting with another cat, one who'd be happy to just keep her company and not expect her to talk. With a sharp jerk of her head, the Whisperclan apprentice shoved the thought away. Anyone who wanted to spend time with the blunt she-cat would have to be feeling more lonely than she did. Ignoring the briary prickle of hurt lodged in her chest and the logic that insisted that there were plenty of friendly cats who would be happy to be around her, Applepaw continued her brisk walk up the slopes, vole dangling from her mouth.
((Falcon))