Forest Edge

[pteriforever]

Setting: A stretch of grassland and forest bordering the river, with thick, dense forest on the other side. There is a reasonable amount of prey here, but there is even more further downstream. At this point the river is thin, and an agile cat could probably jump it. The riverbanks are covered with wet, green moss. Three boulders are nearby, all large enough for a cat to lay on.





RP: Brownstorm sat on the grass bordering the riverbanks staring out over the river. It was just past sunhigh, and the bright light shone off his sleek fur. "Any minute now" he told himself. He continued waiting. Before long, he noticed a familiar scent. A scrabbling sound was heard, and a white she-cat burst from the undergrowth. "Hi, Frosty!", he said as he padded over to join the other cat. Frosty was out of breath, and did not answer for a short while. She had obviously been running for quite a long time. "Sorry I'm late!", she managed to say between exhausted gasps. A minute or so later, when the white cat had fully recovered, Brownstorm spoke quietly but urgently. "I have something to tell you, about Bright..." He trailed off. Frosty's eyes opened wide with alarm at the almost-mention of the name, but she remained silent for a time before abruptly changing the subject. "On the sunset of the seventh day from now", she began, "the contests are starting, as you probably know. I was wondering if..." But this time it was Brownstorm who looked alarmed. He suddenly interrupted. "Yes, yes, we all know about that", he said as if he had guessed what she was going to ask. "And no, I'm not. That has to be the fiftieth time I've answered that question!" Anyone could see it was taking all of Brownstorm's energy keeping patient. Eventually he could take it no longer, and dashed off into the forest as fast as he could go, after a rushed goodbye.

[Crowzerplorodon]

The trees stood firmly in the light breeze, their leaves barely shaking as it picked up speed. Thin cracks of light broke through the canopy every now and then thanks to the random openings made by the wind. The sun spotted the ground and shaded it, much like the many spots on a calico cat. One tree in particular cast a long shadow over the ground, cutting the light splotches in half. A branch from the tree stood out from the shadow cast, an obvious limb on the trunk. On top of the branch's shadow rose another shadow, much smaller than the limb.

The shadow was not small per say. In fact, for the species the shadow belonged to, it was rather large. It just seemed small compared to the tree. Making little noise, the shadow leaped off the branch, hitting the ground with a bit more force than expected.

"Mousedung," the cat snarled, shaking out his paws one by one. "Too much force." Once his paws had stopped quivering, the large cat brought his tongue to his short, black fur, giving it a few swift licks to smooth it. Sure that he didn't look like a mess anymore, the large tom padded out of the tree's shadow, coming to the river's edge. His green eyes flickered softly, the light from the river reflecting the spots of yellow in them. With an amused expression, the tom watched as the two cats had a little spat, trying not to snort when the tom burst off.

"Tough times?" He said after a moment, calling across the river to the white she-cat. Drew was actually very curious at what had happened between the two other cats. And he didn't feel like just letting the matter down.

[funmaster]

Greyflower glanced at the black cat, her small body fast and agile. She padded up to the river and lowered her head to lap from the water. Than she raised her head and went to a slightly thinner part of the river. She leaped over the river and pricked her ears and opened her mouth to search for prey. she scented lots of fish from the stream. But she didnt know how to fish. that scent wouldnt be help.