Post by Fairheart on Apr 24, 2011 14:56:03 GMT -5
Fairheart crouched, his senses alert to the fresh scent of mouse, and slowly, quietly, followed the trail until he could hear the fast, fluttering of it's heart. His grey ears twitched in the direction of the beating heart and the sound of rummaging and his eyes quickly scanned the undergrowth where he caught sight of the little brown critter rooting around for seeds. The grey and white tom's claws pricked the ground and with a light spring he caught the mouse, biting it's neck to ensure it's life ended quickly.
He stood with the plump, brown mouse hanging limply from his jaws and flicked his bushy tail. Scampering in the branches above his head made him raise his brown gaze towards the tree tops where two squirrels took daring leaps through the leaves. What I wouldn't give for a squirrel to feast on, he thought vaguely as he headed back towards his cache to take back to the camp.
Numbers were low. They needed more warriors, but with no kits there would be no apprentices and with no queens there would be no kits. His nostrils were filled with the warm and juicy scent of the mouse, which he put down in order to dig up the lean sparrow and vole he had caught earlier. With the prey in his mouth he decided to walk along the border before heading back into camp. Survey the land and make sure clan cats were staying on their territory.
He approached the river with his mouth full of prey and glanced into the cold water where he thought he might have seen the dark shapes of fish darting to and fro. It was hard to pick up scents with so much prey in his mouth and close to his nose, but he was pretty sure he caught the scent of Leopardstar, their clan leader. The lean tom bounded along the waters edge and into camp where he dropped his catch onto the freshkill pile. He looked around the camp, his ears twitching at the gentle murmur of the few members that were left. Fairheart shook out his long fur and licked his chest clean of the rusty stains from the prey.
He stood with the plump, brown mouse hanging limply from his jaws and flicked his bushy tail. Scampering in the branches above his head made him raise his brown gaze towards the tree tops where two squirrels took daring leaps through the leaves. What I wouldn't give for a squirrel to feast on, he thought vaguely as he headed back towards his cache to take back to the camp.
Numbers were low. They needed more warriors, but with no kits there would be no apprentices and with no queens there would be no kits. His nostrils were filled with the warm and juicy scent of the mouse, which he put down in order to dig up the lean sparrow and vole he had caught earlier. With the prey in his mouth he decided to walk along the border before heading back into camp. Survey the land and make sure clan cats were staying on their territory.
He approached the river with his mouth full of prey and glanced into the cold water where he thought he might have seen the dark shapes of fish darting to and fro. It was hard to pick up scents with so much prey in his mouth and close to his nose, but he was pretty sure he caught the scent of Leopardstar, their clan leader. The lean tom bounded along the waters edge and into camp where he dropped his catch onto the freshkill pile. He looked around the camp, his ears twitching at the gentle murmur of the few members that were left. Fairheart shook out his long fur and licked his chest clean of the rusty stains from the prey.
