Post by Deleted on Jun 9, 2015 12:06:05 GMT -5
Starlingheart
The [Starling] and The [Stag]'s Hunt
The moon's light shined upon a large, grey tabby she-cat hunting her prey. The soft rustling of grass alerted the she-cat. She quickly started stalking, moving towards where she heard the sound. The cat disappeared as she moved behind a large tree. The sound of a small squeal was cut out quickly. The she-cat walked out with what looked like a mouse in her jaws. A breeze flew in and blew through the cat's fur. Large scars all over he reply became more visible. The cat looked upward, staring at the stars for a second. She lowered her head and dropped the mouse. Dirt flew as she dug out dirt. She nudged her prey into the hole and covered the spot once more. Then, the cat left it there, leaving that place like she hadn't been responsible for the death of a mouse. but then again, she was a cat who hunted for the survival of her clanmates.Starlingheart made a quick kill of the mouse. It was a fairly plump one, at that. She hadn't been able to sleep so she decided to do a little night hunting. So far she had been pretty successful. Sure, Starlingheart lost a few, but nothing that would make much a difference, though Starlingheart's motto was: 'Always Prepare; You never what's gonna happen next.' Anyways, the grey tabby she-cat was on the trail of what smelled like a thrush. Sure it wasn't her favorite, but others might like it. Besides, she really could afford to lose prey. At least that's what was running through Starlingheart's mind. She nimbly hopped over the roots of trees and expertly avoided small twigs and branches. She watched out for leaves which might crackle or overhanging trees which could alert nearby prey if she caused them to make movement. Starlingheart quickly spotted the thrush. She didn't have far to go. The thrush was just pecking at the ground, looking for food to eat. Starlingheart creeped up to it slowly, her eyes trained onto the thrush. Without a moments notice, Starlingheart pounced. However, she had judged her catch to short and the thrush flew off. The grey tabby wistfully watched the thrush fly away.
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