Post by ink on Jan 19, 2011 15:49:04 GMT -5
Featherpaw
The dainty soft grey paws padded along the stream weaving through StreamClan’s territory. Slowly the young she-cat picked them up, one by one, making her way down the length of long stretch that was unbending. A fluffy ringed tail swung back and forth pleasantly, moving with each step. Although it was an innocent action on the apprentices’ part, it spooked any fish that might have come close enough to the side of the water edge. Featherpaw’s mind was in the clouds again, and the fish went unnoticed easily. Dreams of romping through a New-Leaf field filled with soft colored flowers and grass so tall that the smaller she-cat couldn’t see over the top. Perfect hunting grounds. She thought in silence.
It wasn’t until the strong scent of warm blood caught her nose that the grey tabby maw parted, saliva gathering in the she-cat’s open mouth, that she stopped dreaming of green grass. Two large ears swiveled around like radar dishes, searching for scuffling of a small mouse or vole. It didn’t take Featherpaw long to pinpoint the sound, and instantly, as if the instinct was already imbedded in her brain, she crouched, ready to pounce. She dragged her feet silently along the ground just inching closer to the flutter of a heartbeat to fast to be anything put prey.
Featherpaw was right on top of the prey as soon as her stomach growled a fierceness of hunger. She let out a soft hiss at it and stood, watching the small vole race across the ground. With a soft shake of her head she pounced after it, racing as fast as her little paws would take her. She hadn’t really been paying attention to where or how fast she ran when she ran directly into another cat, knocking her clean on the ground. Get it! She hissed and looked up at the other clan cat, taking in their scent to make sure she knew who it was. As frightened as the little vole that was clearly out of reach now, she scrambled backwards and lowered to the ground in a submissive stance to the senior warrior before her. The large ears she often used so well for hunting flattened a top her small crown and she looked at the ground in shame.
The dainty soft grey paws padded along the stream weaving through StreamClan’s territory. Slowly the young she-cat picked them up, one by one, making her way down the length of long stretch that was unbending. A fluffy ringed tail swung back and forth pleasantly, moving with each step. Although it was an innocent action on the apprentices’ part, it spooked any fish that might have come close enough to the side of the water edge. Featherpaw’s mind was in the clouds again, and the fish went unnoticed easily. Dreams of romping through a New-Leaf field filled with soft colored flowers and grass so tall that the smaller she-cat couldn’t see over the top. Perfect hunting grounds. She thought in silence.
It wasn’t until the strong scent of warm blood caught her nose that the grey tabby maw parted, saliva gathering in the she-cat’s open mouth, that she stopped dreaming of green grass. Two large ears swiveled around like radar dishes, searching for scuffling of a small mouse or vole. It didn’t take Featherpaw long to pinpoint the sound, and instantly, as if the instinct was already imbedded in her brain, she crouched, ready to pounce. She dragged her feet silently along the ground just inching closer to the flutter of a heartbeat to fast to be anything put prey.
Featherpaw was right on top of the prey as soon as her stomach growled a fierceness of hunger. She let out a soft hiss at it and stood, watching the small vole race across the ground. With a soft shake of her head she pounced after it, racing as fast as her little paws would take her. She hadn’t really been paying attention to where or how fast she ran when she ran directly into another cat, knocking her clean on the ground. Get it! She hissed and looked up at the other clan cat, taking in their scent to make sure she knew who it was. As frightened as the little vole that was clearly out of reach now, she scrambled backwards and lowered to the ground in a submissive stance to the senior warrior before her. The large ears she often used so well for hunting flattened a top her small crown and she looked at the ground in shame.
We have a cbox again and we're opening the place up as a closed, members only rp