{Black Magic} | Open

[rainpelt]

RAINPELT

Game's up
Darling don't even know your name

Rainpelt’s tongue ran long smooth strokes through the course fur, fur that Rainpelt loved nothing more than cleaning, but lately time had been against him and his always beautifully groomed fur had suffered from the lack of attention. The sound of his tongue stroking his fur was a rhythmic sound and was kind of soothing. The tom found himself stuck at the old oak hunting, but he didn’t feel like hunting. He loved to hunt though it was his second favourite thing; apart from making himself look amazing. He eyes his glossy pelt making sure each patch of fur looked just as good as the other. His amber eyes took in the black, orange and white, satisfied with how he looked, Rainpelt stood up on his long strong legs. He Stretched and yawned showing slightly yellow, but very sharp teeth. He shakes his long pelt flicking off any leaves that had decided to attach themselves to him. He breathed deeply drinking in all the scents around him. There was a lot of them. There was his favourite food, squirrel, pigeon as well as mouse. Rainpelt knew that the clan would eat well tonight… That was if he decided to hunt.

Rainpelt looked around at the tall oak, he really didn’t want to hunt today, but he also knew he couldn’t come back empty pawed, but there was still plenty of daylight with the sun only just reaching its zenith. Rainpelt glared at the surrounding bushes and trees, he then turned around and started heading away from the old oak, and away from all the food that would feed the clan. The ground was cold beneath his feet, but his padded paws stopped him from shivering and stopped his paws from aching too much. The snow still lay on the ground like a blanket and it made trudging through the woods harder. Each paw seemed to sink deeper into the snow, but Rainpelt kept walking, he wasn’t quite sure where he wanted to go. He just didn’t want to go back to camp. Camp was where he was expected to bring food back. That meant hunting and Rainpelt did not feel like hunting. Opening his mouth slightly he breaths in all the scents around him, the dreamy scent of many herbs floats over his tongue as well as the stronger scents of fox.

Rainpelt snaps his mouth shut and creeps forward. He didn’t want to alert the fox that he was here, but he wasn’t going to turn tail and flee. Rainpelt crept forward flowing the foul scent that covered the ground. It was not stale, but very fresh. Some silly fox had decided to make its den on Thunderclan territory. What a stupid animal. The snow soaks into his belly fur, leaving him colder than before, but he keeps moving determined to scout out the area before reporting to the leader. The scent grew stronger letting Rainpelt know that the fox was merely A few fox lengths ahead. He comes to a halt, downwind of the animal, protected by a large holy bush. The tom peers out just in time to see a fox disappear into a black hole, darker than night. The foxes den.

I've been keeping my eye on you
I found out your secrets too

(lyrics credit to Hello "Games up")