Post by εℓιzαвεтн. on Jun 26, 2015 12:40:01 GMT -5
ooc; Lionhearted for Laurelheart! c:
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There was something about greenleaf that spoke of beauty. It must have something to do with the bright blue skies, or the serenity of bird song echoing through the birch forest of Leafclan. Or perhaps it was the bountiful prey and the abundance of happy kits that could tumble around the clearing. Whatever it was, greenleaf sang to Doebreeze as she slunk through the territory, sun warming her back.
One thing about greenleaf, though, had to be the humidity. The air was constantly feeling heavy, and it wasn't rare for rain to break out in the evening, though any traces of the storm would be dried up by the next morning. Doebreeze didn't mind it so much. It made evening patrols and night walks hard, but at least it wasn't a drought. It wasn't like the rain kept her awake very often (the thunder storms that swept through on occasion did, however) and the prey was happy because the plant life was flourishing.
It was on one of these afternoons with heavy clouds in the sky, promising rain, that Doebreeze had come out to catch some prey. Sunning in the clearing was nice, yes, but made her ultimately feel useless. Without an apprentice any more, the Bengal she-cat had no reason to practice her skills or go out of the camp, save for patrols.
She froze, tail held carefully over the leaf litter, at the sound of small paw steps scurrying. She honed in on the sound, and spotted the twitching gray squirrel as it scurried from spot to spot, looking for food. Doebreeze crouched down and crept forward a few paces before lurching out after the quick creature. The squirrel didn't stand a chance against her speed and, after following the prey up a tree, had been caught. She paused for a moment on the branch of the birch, the tail of the squirrel clamped between her jaws, as she contemplated eating the squirrel now or taking it back to camp.
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There was something about greenleaf that spoke of beauty. It must have something to do with the bright blue skies, or the serenity of bird song echoing through the birch forest of Leafclan. Or perhaps it was the bountiful prey and the abundance of happy kits that could tumble around the clearing. Whatever it was, greenleaf sang to Doebreeze as she slunk through the territory, sun warming her back.
One thing about greenleaf, though, had to be the humidity. The air was constantly feeling heavy, and it wasn't rare for rain to break out in the evening, though any traces of the storm would be dried up by the next morning. Doebreeze didn't mind it so much. It made evening patrols and night walks hard, but at least it wasn't a drought. It wasn't like the rain kept her awake very often (the thunder storms that swept through on occasion did, however) and the prey was happy because the plant life was flourishing.
It was on one of these afternoons with heavy clouds in the sky, promising rain, that Doebreeze had come out to catch some prey. Sunning in the clearing was nice, yes, but made her ultimately feel useless. Without an apprentice any more, the Bengal she-cat had no reason to practice her skills or go out of the camp, save for patrols.
She froze, tail held carefully over the leaf litter, at the sound of small paw steps scurrying. She honed in on the sound, and spotted the twitching gray squirrel as it scurried from spot to spot, looking for food. Doebreeze crouched down and crept forward a few paces before lurching out after the quick creature. The squirrel didn't stand a chance against her speed and, after following the prey up a tree, had been caught. She paused for a moment on the branch of the birch, the tail of the squirrel clamped between her jaws, as she contemplated eating the squirrel now or taking it back to camp.
