Post by Deleted on Aug 5, 2015 18:26:21 GMT -5
Status: Open
Word Count: 326
Muse: Teeeee-errrr-ible.
"Brownstar! The awesomest leader ever known to MidnightClan! He hides and waits for his enemy and then... ATTACKS! The enemy is forever doomed to the claws and fury of BROWNSTAR!" A tom boomed as he sprang from the corner. He fell a bit short, missing his target, a slim chocolate brown she-cat. He landed in tall wavy grass, which was a bit itchy under him. With a frown, the younger tom watched his target pass him, looking quite sophisticated and ignoring the cat who had attempted to attack her. A bit upset, He hovered over what he should say next. "Aha! I know what!" The so called Brownstar thought. With a sly smile the cat quietly bounced away.
He carefully circled the area, searching for the lovely she-cat (not really lovely in Brownstar's opinion), Nutflower. Compared to her, he was quite small, which gave the small tom a slight advantage. Carefully, 'Brownstar' stalked Nutflower's scent. Problem was, there were multiple scents of Nutflower everywhere. A bit confused, he attempted to follow the trail which had been made by Nutflower earlier. "Yes! I've got a scent trail! It's fresh!" He thought excitedly. Forgetting to be quiet, he burst out of his stalking mode and veered off the scent trail due to mixing up scents. Conveniently, he had taken some sort of shortcut to Nutflower. Unfortunately for him, Nutflower was looking straight at him, her amber eyes boring into his. Visably nervous, the small brown cat backed away, head low and eyes averted. "Brownkit! What are you doing out of the nursery?" The brown she-cat demanded. So apparently the tom's name was actually Brownkit. So he was a kit, not a leader. He ran straight away, tryinb to either get out of the angry she-cat's presence or escape the question. Or both. He could hear an angry 'Stop' coming from his mither but Brownkit ignored it, fearful of being sent back to the nursery.
Word Count: 326
Muse: Teeeee-errrr-ible.
"Brownstar! The awesomest leader ever known to MidnightClan! He hides and waits for his enemy and then... ATTACKS! The enemy is forever doomed to the claws and fury of BROWNSTAR!" A tom boomed as he sprang from the corner. He fell a bit short, missing his target, a slim chocolate brown she-cat. He landed in tall wavy grass, which was a bit itchy under him. With a frown, the younger tom watched his target pass him, looking quite sophisticated and ignoring the cat who had attempted to attack her. A bit upset, He hovered over what he should say next. "Aha! I know what!" The so called Brownstar thought. With a sly smile the cat quietly bounced away.
He carefully circled the area, searching for the lovely she-cat (not really lovely in Brownstar's opinion), Nutflower. Compared to her, he was quite small, which gave the small tom a slight advantage. Carefully, 'Brownstar' stalked Nutflower's scent. Problem was, there were multiple scents of Nutflower everywhere. A bit confused, he attempted to follow the trail which had been made by Nutflower earlier. "Yes! I've got a scent trail! It's fresh!" He thought excitedly. Forgetting to be quiet, he burst out of his stalking mode and veered off the scent trail due to mixing up scents. Conveniently, he had taken some sort of shortcut to Nutflower. Unfortunately for him, Nutflower was looking straight at him, her amber eyes boring into his. Visably nervous, the small brown cat backed away, head low and eyes averted. "Brownkit! What are you doing out of the nursery?" The brown she-cat demanded. So apparently the tom's name was actually Brownkit. So he was a kit, not a leader. He ran straight away, tryinb to either get out of the angry she-cat's presence or escape the question. Or both. He could hear an angry 'Stop' coming from his mither but Brownkit ignored it, fearful of being sent back to the nursery.
