Post by Infinity on Jan 20, 2009 19:14:04 GMT -5
Dewflower
The tortoiseshell warrior left camp at a fast walk, her ears pricked and eyes narrowed in concentration. Her footsteps were only whispers of sound on the forest floor, barely disturbing the leaves that decorated the ground. She was rooted to her plan she had made the night before like the mighty oaks to the ground she walked on, determination pushing her forward even if she'd much rather be napping in the warrior's den until sunhigh. She'd gotten up early just liked she'd planned, and her usually nicely groomed pelt looked slept on and bedraggled to prove it. Her green eyes were bright though, and the crisp, cool air made her alert and excited to start her hunt.
As the forest woke up around her, small mammals scurrying from their holes and birds beginning to sing and flit around in the trees, she decided that she'd much rather be out hunting than sleeping like a lazy kittypet. Weak beams of sunlight danced on the earth where it could peak through the canopy of leaves above her, and it made the scenery shimmer, almost magically.
When she had arrived at a familiar hunting spot, the she-cat deeply inhaled, sorting out the scents around her, searching for the tasty smell of prey. It was only seconds before she detected a mouse, instinctively slipping into a hunter's crouch. She slowly followed the scent, and soon could hear the scuttling of a tiny creature about to become part of StormClan's fresh-kill pile...