Post by laur on May 16, 2009 18:14:46 GMT -5
At the edge of a large, dusty clearing, a small silver tom was sitting. His dazzling silver-blue eyes were pinpointed on a peculiar looking log placed carefully in the center of the ring of trees. His tail twitched, eyes measuring the distance between his tiny silver paws and the rotting old wood. Crouching low and narrowing his bright eyes, he prepared to pounce.
With a sudden jolt, the tom sprang into motion, full-speed towards the log. The dappled sunlight danced across his gleaming fur with every stride of his lanky legs. Closer and closer to the log, he picked up speed until he was but a fox-length away. Suddenly, he swerved to the right, spun around, and leaped. His unsheathed claws shredded into the damp, rotted tree base before being yanked right out again as the lithe tom slid completely off the log and landed with a 'thump!' on the cold forest floor.
Silverheart grunted, the expression on his face one of pure disappointment in himself. "Foxdung! Why can't I get this right!" he yowled to himself, lashing his tail furiously. "No one loves a clan cat who can't even fight a dead log!" He sighed loudly, shaking the debris and grass out of his fur from his fall. He trotted over towards the edge of the hollow again, anger weighing down his paws in every step as he thudded away from the log.
At the edge of the clearing, Silverheart prepared once again to pounce. Squaring his whole body towards the log, his ears suddenly swiveled backwards towards the sound of rustling. Jumping upright, Silverheart spun around with every hair on end.
"Wh-who's there?"
With a sudden jolt, the tom sprang into motion, full-speed towards the log. The dappled sunlight danced across his gleaming fur with every stride of his lanky legs. Closer and closer to the log, he picked up speed until he was but a fox-length away. Suddenly, he swerved to the right, spun around, and leaped. His unsheathed claws shredded into the damp, rotted tree base before being yanked right out again as the lithe tom slid completely off the log and landed with a 'thump!' on the cold forest floor.
Silverheart grunted, the expression on his face one of pure disappointment in himself. "Foxdung! Why can't I get this right!" he yowled to himself, lashing his tail furiously. "No one loves a clan cat who can't even fight a dead log!" He sighed loudly, shaking the debris and grass out of his fur from his fall. He trotted over towards the edge of the hollow again, anger weighing down his paws in every step as he thudded away from the log.
At the edge of the clearing, Silverheart prepared once again to pounce. Squaring his whole body towards the log, his ears suddenly swiveled backwards towards the sound of rustling. Jumping upright, Silverheart spun around with every hair on end.
"Wh-who's there?"
We have a cbox again and we're opening the place up as a closed, members only rp