Post by Trickle on Jun 23, 2015 14:53:19 GMT -5
-Doesong-
Hot. That was the only way to describe the day. It was hot like all the days had been this Greenleaf. The sky had not a single cloud to adorn it and the sun had free reign over the area. The long keening sound of cicadas filled the air, mixing with the birds that sang so loud one might have thought the sun was something that didn’t come up every day. It was pleasant to come and annoying to others who just wanted to find a shred of peace and comfort in the heat. but, in the midst of the entire natural racket, dainty paws crept through the undergrowth making not a sound.
Doesong was on a mission. The petite cat was trotting along a worn out path taken by many of her clan mates. Her rounded ears were angled forward and her nose and whiskers were constantly twitching. Right now she was looking for water. but, the odd thing was that she was going in the opposite direction of the heat pool. Instead, she was following the small stream that branched off of the heat pool. In her mind, it made sense. Who would want to drink warm water on a blisteringly hot day? And from what she had figured out, heat rises. So it would make sense that the farther down the hill she went, the cooler the water would be.
Her paws displayed the pebbles on the tiny shore of the diminishing stream. Several had already jabbed in to her paw pads, which were starting to get dry from the heat. but, the warrior didn’t like water. In fact, she hated it. And that said a lot because Doesong really doesn’t hate many things. However, she will still drink water, she just doesn’t want to get her paws in it. Even if it meant cracking paw pads.
Before long, she had traveled a good distance away from the heat pool. So, she leaned over the water and took a few quick drinks. It was a pleasant surprise when the water was actually cooler and she continued to happily take drinks from the small stream. Her tongue often hit the pebbly bottom of the stream, but she paid it no mind.
When she was done taking her drink she sat back up and looked around. Her ears now twitched as she caught the sound of something on the other side of the stream behind a very large tuft of grass and bushes. The warrior didn’t bother scenting the air to see what type of prey animal it was or if it was even a prey animal. Instead, she just leaped, springing easily over the stream and towards the bush. All she could do was hope it wasn’t a frog. When she landed her jump, her paws pressed in to something soft. It was not a frog, to her relief, but it also wasn’t prey.
Tag: Roselocke
