Post by sarcastic on Dec 30, 2011 21:18:20 GMT -5
A lithe shape made its way through the bracken and ferns that sprung from the ground in traitorous, snapping fronds. Her paws landed lightly on the dry vegetation, she hesitated for a brief moment, her tail twitching back and forth with contained excitement. Her silky belly fur snaked against the ground, her patterned pelt allowing her to blend in with the sparse shadowy underbrush. This was one of the few reasons she hated hunting right at the edge of the river. There was hardly any cover, and just over the river, a few tail paces back, there was the border. She didn’t enjoy knowing that if observant, a passing patrol could view her. More correctly, she hated the fact that someone would view her hunting, whether it be from her own clan, or another. Her muscles tensed and her bright eyes gleamed with chilling concentration as she rolled slightly back on her haunches, bracken crumbling under her weight with a dull snap. The noise, she no longer cared about, as she was already in action.
Driving herself forward with powerful back legs, she struck, bounding swiftly over the two tail lengths that separated her from her prey. Her front paws landed forcefully along the rodents back, and her prickled ears heard the identifiable snap, as the struggling creatures back broke. She lowered her head, quickly, and cleaning delivering a death blow to the neck. Though she had broken the creatures back, and made sure it would not get away, she saw no reason to keep it in unneeded pain. She sat up, curling her tail around her form, a faint look of sadness in her crystalline azure eyes, she dipped her head, muttering softly, “Thank you, for feeding my clan.” She raised her head, the water vole that she had caught now firmly between her teeth as she trotted towards the sunningrocks. The sunlight gleamed softly against her fur, and she let out a contented sigh, the exhaled breath struggling for a moment to get out, as the vole was blocking her main air way.
Though the clan was having some difficulty as of right now, with the prey slowly disappearing, the clan was still healthy, not in starvation mode like it could have been. She dropped the prey to the ground as she reached her destination. She clawed some dead bracken over her kill, to hide it, and save it for when she would come back to collect it for the fresh-kill pile. Her claws tugged at the bracken for a moment before it gave away, feeling slightly sleepy, she headed up onto the rocks. She shut her eyes for a moment, pelt soaking up the sunshine as she curled her tail around her paws. She blended in well with the stone, and with her eyes closed, merely looked like a much patterned piece of rock. Her ears stayed prickled, wary for some new sound, and as she heard the familiar sound of pawsteps approaching, her eyes blinked open, and the tip of her tail twitched.