Post by ( jadesong ) on Dec 20, 2011 17:43:09 GMT -5
J A D E S O N G ,
Leaf - bare might have approached, but out on the fields one would have barely noticed. A satisfied purr welled deep inside her chest, accompanied with the twitch of a tail. The sun flitted across the open ground, casting it into a dappled shadow. The warrior could not resist letting her guard down for a heartbeat; surely, no cat was watching this kit - like display of behavior. She nuzzled the ground with her shoulder, rubbing her muzzle along the thick grass. Abandoning all pretense, she rolled a complete circle, her claws flashing and eyes gleaming. What fun this was; fun she had not experienced in many moons. Her efforts complete, she felt her green eyes close over, the sun still beating down upon the lids. Now she was calm and still, such a contrast to how she had appeared only moments before. Such was her peace, she felt as if she could have just lain there for seasons.
However, life was not to be so kind to her, for warrior duties began to niggle at the back of her mind. At first, she was able to brush them away, for they formed only at the back of her mind. However, soon guilt accompanied those little thoughts, spreading, until she felt a sort of churning in the pit of her stomach. Frowning and grumping, she staggered to her paws, the sudden change in movement upsetting her balance momentarily. Her eyes blinked furiously as they adjusted to the sun, that seemed so harsh now that she had experienced darkness. She trotted off, her bushy tail held high. In her experience, the field was not one of the best places to catch prey, however she felt a sudden desire to sample something of a woodland description. Though fish would always remain her favorite, she remembered one fateful day when she had caught and sampled a thrush, so close to ShadowClan territory.
It so happened that she was heading to that exact spot, though recent events meant she would keep her distance from the border. Now she slowed her pace at the place where the trees grow thicker and closer together. She knew any morsels of prey would be hiding in their thick depths. That was certainly where she would choose to hide, had she any need of it. The tawny warrior now placed her paws. Each step was a careful lift and release. Small chirruping sounds issued from all around her, now, and growing confusion set in. Where were these small creatures? How did they hide themselves so well from her? With a slight snarl, she pounced upon a bush. A rustling shape emerged and she went after it, though her paws skidded to a halt. 'Too close, too close,' she muttered, backtracking as she did so. Her tail well down she slunk out of the darkest of the trees, focusing her unusual hunting upon the edge. Perhaps she would be luckier this time.
