Post by sandyflower on Oct 26, 2012 3:54:32 GMT -5
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[style= font-size: 33pt; font-family: dawning of a new day; color: #DB7093; text-align: center; line-height: 30px;]sandyflower of windclan[/style][style= width:350px; text-align: justify; font-family:verdana; font-size:9px; text-transform:lowercase;]Dark clouds hung in the sky, covering the sun and almost seeming to shadow her every move. There was always wind on the moor, but today it held the taste of rain and evil. The water droplets clung to the edges of the cloud, anticipating the moment where they would all fall to the earth, one after the other. And endless torrent that would just go on and on until the sky was bone dry. They just couldn't wait to soak her to the bone. At least her kits were safely tucked away in the nursery with Featherfur to watch over them. Sandyflower, being the young inexperienced mother she was, was itching to take a day off from motherhood. Just a few short hours to ditch the nursery and go hunting for something to eat!
Sandyflower couldn't help but shiver at the thought. Her short fur filled with water, clinging to the contours of her body and sticking to every single fold and crease. Her pelt already itched. There was no hope of shelter on the moor either. The barn was the only structure to be seen and that was definitely a no-go. Perfect hiding places for mice anyway, it made for pretty good hunting. The only reason she was out was because she was told to go hunting. she might as well get it over quickly before the rain started. The sky reflected her mood. The static in the air made her fur stand on end. There was going to be a storm, and a big one at that. Thunder, lightning, the whole shebang. Hopefully she would get stuck in it. Sighing, sandyflower continued scanning the area for movement. There was no good, any prey would be tucked away, all nice and dry in their dens. If it were up to her she'd be doing the same thing. All nice and warm, snuggled in with her little kits in the nursery. Curled up with a nice plump mouse or bird to snack on. Wait, scratch that. If she wanted prey she'd have to catch some first.
sandyflower caught movement out of the corner of her eye, something moving in the grass nearby. She dropped into a hunter's crouch, her belly fur just brushing the grass, her tail just inches off the ground to help keep her balance. More movement, and she crept forward. It wasn't a mouse, a bird. Maybe a robin, she could see the flash of orange among the gray feathers. Just a bit closer. The bird chirped and ruffled its feathers, looking around with short, stiff turns of the head. Beady black eyes scanned the area for predators. It almost seemed to see her, but then continued searching the grass for seeds. It was strange that it wasn't in a tree or something, especially with the approaching storm. maybe it had babies to feed or something like that. The birds loved to come and sift through the grasses of the moor that held plenty of seeds. it gave the cats good chances to catch them.
sandyflower froze when the bird halted its song, chirped once and flapped its wings. She was off. The bird chirped in surprise, but in a flutter of wings and feathers it was over. It hadn't even gotten off the ground. sandyflower dropped the lifeless carcass to the ground, disliking the taste of feathers in her mouth. Bird meat she enjoyed, it was the feathers that always got in the way. A quick bite to the neck had been the fatal blow. The scarlet blood had already stopped flowing with the death of the bird and the halt of its heart. Just one or two more kills and she could back to her kits and be out of the weather.
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[style= font-size: 33pt; font-family: dawning of a new day; color: #DB7093; text-align: center; line-height: 30px;]sandyflower of windclan[/style][style= width:350px; text-align: justify; font-family:verdana; font-size:9px; text-transform:lowercase;]Dark clouds hung in the sky, covering the sun and almost seeming to shadow her every move. There was always wind on the moor, but today it held the taste of rain and evil. The water droplets clung to the edges of the cloud, anticipating the moment where they would all fall to the earth, one after the other. And endless torrent that would just go on and on until the sky was bone dry. They just couldn't wait to soak her to the bone. At least her kits were safely tucked away in the nursery with Featherfur to watch over them. Sandyflower, being the young inexperienced mother she was, was itching to take a day off from motherhood. Just a few short hours to ditch the nursery and go hunting for something to eat!
Sandyflower couldn't help but shiver at the thought. Her short fur filled with water, clinging to the contours of her body and sticking to every single fold and crease. Her pelt already itched. There was no hope of shelter on the moor either. The barn was the only structure to be seen and that was definitely a no-go. Perfect hiding places for mice anyway, it made for pretty good hunting. The only reason she was out was because she was told to go hunting. she might as well get it over quickly before the rain started. The sky reflected her mood. The static in the air made her fur stand on end. There was going to be a storm, and a big one at that. Thunder, lightning, the whole shebang. Hopefully she would get stuck in it. Sighing, sandyflower continued scanning the area for movement. There was no good, any prey would be tucked away, all nice and dry in their dens. If it were up to her she'd be doing the same thing. All nice and warm, snuggled in with her little kits in the nursery. Curled up with a nice plump mouse or bird to snack on. Wait, scratch that. If she wanted prey she'd have to catch some first.
sandyflower caught movement out of the corner of her eye, something moving in the grass nearby. She dropped into a hunter's crouch, her belly fur just brushing the grass, her tail just inches off the ground to help keep her balance. More movement, and she crept forward. It wasn't a mouse, a bird. Maybe a robin, she could see the flash of orange among the gray feathers. Just a bit closer. The bird chirped and ruffled its feathers, looking around with short, stiff turns of the head. Beady black eyes scanned the area for predators. It almost seemed to see her, but then continued searching the grass for seeds. It was strange that it wasn't in a tree or something, especially with the approaching storm. maybe it had babies to feed or something like that. The birds loved to come and sift through the grasses of the moor that held plenty of seeds. it gave the cats good chances to catch them.
sandyflower froze when the bird halted its song, chirped once and flapped its wings. She was off. The bird chirped in surprise, but in a flutter of wings and feathers it was over. It hadn't even gotten off the ground. sandyflower dropped the lifeless carcass to the ground, disliking the taste of feathers in her mouth. Bird meat she enjoyed, it was the feathers that always got in the way. A quick bite to the neck had been the fatal blow. The scarlet blood had already stopped flowing with the death of the bird and the halt of its heart. Just one or two more kills and she could back to her kits and be out of the weather.
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