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Post by becky on Jan 27, 2011 18:56:09 GMT -8
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A bird chirped and fluttered its wings in the distance, then turned silent within the steady flow of the forest. The warm rays of the sun was shining through the branches of the trees, tinting the forest snow-covered ground a brilliant sheen of gold. But despite the suns warm rays, the atmosphere was coated with an thick, icy chill, and the clouds that blanketed silverpelt threatened for worser weather to come. It was certainly clear that leaf-bare had finally taken its toll upon the forest. A patch of silver white fur revealed through the brambles, and a stunning she-cat with piercing sapphire eyes stepped out, lifting her head and opening her mouth to drink in the scents of her surroundings. She scented nothing, not even a faint scent of mouse, and her fur prickled with indignation. The FrostClan leader knew that prey wouldn't be bustling abundantly about until the middle of new-leaf, but it was always good to try and expect some around. The stunning silver she-cat then pinned her ears against the back of her head and treaded on in silent determination.
Moonstar padded expertly through the deep snow-covered ground of FrostClan's territory, her head held high as she sniffed at the air once more, hoping for at least something. Bird! Paws itching with excitement and the thrill of the hunt, Moonstar stalked towards the scent,, trying to pinpoint its direction. It was near and towards the east, that much she could tell. Soon, she caught sight of it - it was hopping around a tall pine tree, rummaging for something in the snow and completely unaware of its predator's presence. Halting right in her tracks, Moonstar crouched down in the snow, knowing fully well that the bird couldn't see her due to her snow white pelt. Leaf-bare may not be the FrostClan leader's favorite season, but she had to admit, she could hunt easily due to her camouflage-colored pelt. Ears flicking to and fro anxiously, the slender white she-cat waited for the perfect moment...then sprang.
The bird didn't even have a chance. At the feel of the pair of icy claws sinking into its neck, it let out one loud, alarmed squawk before falling limp in the FrostClan leader's claws. Blinking in satisfaction, Moonstar picked the fresh-kill in her jaws and turned around, head held high in a proud, triumphant manner. She was just about to head back to camp when a sudden scent filled the frosty, bitter air, causing her to hesitate.
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Post by Juniper on Feb 6, 2011 10:28:53 GMT -8
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In the forests, there was an abundance of noise. Distant frogs hummed their deep throaty tunes from the falls’ bottom. Insects swarmed underfoot. A solitary figure, its light and fiery coat gleaming, watched all this activity. His ears were pricked for the slightest of sounds, and his jaw was opened wide to taste the delicious scents of the forest. It was tangy with prey and bitter with the smell of a few evergreens. It quite reminded him of Moonfeather’s disgusting herbs actually. Wrinkling his nose at the thought, he padded silently towards the falls, which emitted roaring noises that bothered him somewhat. Still, he hoped to find some fish tumbling over its treacherous rocks.
Weedpaw gazed into the churning waters of the Iceriver, his amber eyes narrowed to slits as he searched for fish. He waited a while, then saw as a dark silhouette wriggled its way between two rocks. With lightning quick reflexes, he swiped his paw, spearing the fish. He had just scraped some moss over it when screeching noises from behind distracted him. As he watched, a flock of birds swooped out from the treetops, cawing like mad. Hastily burying his catch with more earth to muffle its scent, he padded over to investigate.
A pure white figure moved along the shadows of the woods, difficult to see because it blended so well. However, there was no mistaking her for who she was – the Clan leader. “Moonstar,” he muttered, edging closer. He stopped when she paused to taste the air, looking thoughtful. Had she scented him? Or was she smelling the fish he had caught?
The idea to sneak up on her and hopefully impress her with his stalking skills entered his brain. Maybe she would consider to assess his Warrior skills. If he was successful. But no matter, no harm in trying right? With that in mind, he scuttled to a position just behind her, beyond her view. Quietly, he edged closer to the white she-cat, keeping his paws as silent as possible. His ears were flattened, his soft belly close to the moss-strewn ground. His marigold colored tail slithered along the ground as well. Soon he was a mere fox-length or two behind her. His breath held, he sprang to pounce, making sure his claws were sheathed.
“Weedpaw speaks”
Weedpaw actually thinks (rare)
Weedpaw does (usually before thinking)
Word Count 382
Tags Moonstar
OoC I hope he’s successful but that’s up to you of course!
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