Post by kaethe on Aug 7, 2015 16:55:49 GMT -5
A gust of wind almost blew over the stocky female, it was during this time of year that she was glad she has her long, lustrous coat to protect her from the harsher elements. The Siberian had gone on a solo hunting patrol to give herself something to do. Her eyes were watery and bleary and her nose cracked from the harsh cold, dry air buffeting the territory. How lucky those kitty pets were, they got to stay nice and warm whilst being pampered. Stopping, she hissed in disgust with herself. Had she really just wished to be a kittypet? There was no way in starclan she would ever stoop to that level. It was disgusting.
Another gust of wind blew by, but this time she caught a whiff of something. Prey? Dropping down into her hunting crouch, she stalked forward silently towards the scent. Claws unsheathed and tail down, she inched forward slowly until she was able to catch site of the small, thin rodent. It was a mouse. A nice bite that would contribute well to an elder or perhaps a queen. Finally, she leapt forward and deftly caught the mouse between her paws, quickly biting its spine, she killed it instantly.
A sense of triumph arose in her chest, she had finally done something useful, for once. Victoriously bringing the small morsel back to camp, she slid through the camp entrance easily. Making her way to the freshkill pile, she dropped her catch on top. Grabbing an older vole from the bottom of the measly pile, she plopped down in the middle of the clearing and bit down. It's tangy juices filled her mouth, though rather stretchy and slightly stale, it was the best she could hope for during leafbare.
Tucking in her paws nearly and wrapping her tail around her body, she huddled down to eat her lunch. By now, it was sunhigh. It wasn't altogether too cold today, and the sun peeked out from behind the cloud cover. She surveyed the clearing dubiously, looking perhaps for some company. She hadn't a lot of friends in the clan, but plenty of acquaintances. Perhaps one would like to join her. Share tongues, so to say.
Tagged: Twineheart
Another gust of wind blew by, but this time she caught a whiff of something. Prey? Dropping down into her hunting crouch, she stalked forward silently towards the scent. Claws unsheathed and tail down, she inched forward slowly until she was able to catch site of the small, thin rodent. It was a mouse. A nice bite that would contribute well to an elder or perhaps a queen. Finally, she leapt forward and deftly caught the mouse between her paws, quickly biting its spine, she killed it instantly.
A sense of triumph arose in her chest, she had finally done something useful, for once. Victoriously bringing the small morsel back to camp, she slid through the camp entrance easily. Making her way to the freshkill pile, she dropped her catch on top. Grabbing an older vole from the bottom of the measly pile, she plopped down in the middle of the clearing and bit down. It's tangy juices filled her mouth, though rather stretchy and slightly stale, it was the best she could hope for during leafbare.
Tucking in her paws nearly and wrapping her tail around her body, she huddled down to eat her lunch. By now, it was sunhigh. It wasn't altogether too cold today, and the sun peeked out from behind the cloud cover. She surveyed the clearing dubiously, looking perhaps for some company. She hadn't a lot of friends in the clan, but plenty of acquaintances. Perhaps one would like to join her. Share tongues, so to say.
Tagged: Twineheart
