Post by Mirage on Nov 23, 2007 12:42:06 GMT -5
It was quiet out, in this early morning. Patches of fog wisped through the trees and crawled along the earth floor. The tom's rough paws grew damp with moist as he tediously prowled, his small black form hugging against the shadows.
Becoming one with the silence, the cat waited, eternally patient if it gained him his kill, without so much as the twitch of his fluffy tail or his feathery whiskers.
There. A small movement, a bity snuffing noise, followed by a leaf or two falling to the ground. A bright squirrel was making its way to the ground from the treetop, undoubtedly to collect nuts to stuff into its fat cheeks.
Almost shyly the thing leaped onto the grass, digging its paws into the ground, searching. It didn't have time to react before vicious fangs snared around it's neck.
The dead squirrel dangling from his jaws, Blacksquirrel hurriedly padded over to another shady spot and buried the fresh kill. Already the tendrils of fog were diminishing, and weak rays of sunlight tickled through the boughs of the trees, flecking the ground with sweet brightness.
Ears twitching at the sound of running water, the black tom nosed his way between two brambles, coming suddenly on the spiraling stream that marked CloudClan from EmberClan. Not that he needed a physical border to identify the Clan; EmberClan's smell was always enough.
However, he supposed right now the Clan was all gathered in their camp, nestling atop of their great hill, perhaps making ready to send out a Dawn Patrol, but right now Blacksquirrel was spared from having to look at them. He had caught three prey already, and his dry mouth demanded refreshment.
Padding to the edge of the water, the tom bent down and began to lap the crisp water hungrily.
Becoming one with the silence, the cat waited, eternally patient if it gained him his kill, without so much as the twitch of his fluffy tail or his feathery whiskers.
There. A small movement, a bity snuffing noise, followed by a leaf or two falling to the ground. A bright squirrel was making its way to the ground from the treetop, undoubtedly to collect nuts to stuff into its fat cheeks.
Almost shyly the thing leaped onto the grass, digging its paws into the ground, searching. It didn't have time to react before vicious fangs snared around it's neck.
The dead squirrel dangling from his jaws, Blacksquirrel hurriedly padded over to another shady spot and buried the fresh kill. Already the tendrils of fog were diminishing, and weak rays of sunlight tickled through the boughs of the trees, flecking the ground with sweet brightness.
Ears twitching at the sound of running water, the black tom nosed his way between two brambles, coming suddenly on the spiraling stream that marked CloudClan from EmberClan. Not that he needed a physical border to identify the Clan; EmberClan's smell was always enough.
However, he supposed right now the Clan was all gathered in their camp, nestling atop of their great hill, perhaps making ready to send out a Dawn Patrol, but right now Blacksquirrel was spared from having to look at them. He had caught three prey already, and his dry mouth demanded refreshment.
Padding to the edge of the water, the tom bent down and began to lap the crisp water hungrily.
