Post by Fallentear || on Dec 15, 2007 16:52:22 GMT -5
Silence reigned over the forest on the outskirts of the clans. Nothing stirred, and nothing made noise save the soft sighing of the wind through the ferns and the branches of the forest trees and the grass and the brown, fallen leaves and every other type of vegetation in sight. Everything, even the most beautiful flowers looked dim in the faint light dappling through the foliage. This grayness spread like a coating of snail slime over the tops of every boulder and patch of earth bared to the sky, and darker yet were the twilit shadows under these things. The wind slowed down, slowly calming itself and the once noiseless forest returned again to what it was. A huge, green-leaved willow imposed upon this sleepy scene with an uncomparable majestic air. It limps branches hung like lank hair, falling lazily over all of it's many twisted boughs and branches. Because in the fall this tree never loses it's leaves, it was still as green as if it was spring, and it glowed faintly brighter than all of the dull grays and browns surrounding it. It's trunk was filled with knots and small hollows that little creatures may have once occupied but now were empty.
Amid the peaceful scene, scuffling paws delicately picked through the leaves. Although the tiny field mouse was almost as silent as a barn owl in flight, within the quiet still morn it was like a pack of dogs were crashing through the crackling leaves instead. shhh shhh The leaves whispered as the dun-colored body alternated between scurrying over and nosing underneath the leaves in search of food. It's pale gray tail dragged behind it as it frisked along, though not heavy enough to make any noise itself. Flipping it's tiny snout under some leaves, it dissapeared for a moment and the leaves moved up and down as if breathing. Out of sight, the creature sat under it's blanket chewing on the fresh unbroken skin of an acorn, trying to get to the softer center. It could not see the absolutely silent predator coming at it...
From a low branch in the willow a barely perceptible scraping of claws could be heard as a dark form made it's way slowly down the trecherous bark of the tree. It blended well, it's wavy light brown coat mixing with the rippling brown surface of the tree. Crouching and looking down, the cat saw a pulsing patch of leaves below him and knew that there was prey on the underside of all those leaves. The feline had heard the gentle commotion that the mouse had made and he had made his way down, knowing that where there was noise there was life. Presently poised not three foxlengths above the moving ground, the golden tom leaped from his perch and landed artfully atop the mouse. A surprised squeak answered his ambush, but a rearrangment of his paws and a quick sinking of the fangs through the molted leaves silenced it faster than a stone dropping to the bottom of a puddle.
Removing bloodstained ivories from the carcass, Rex brushed aside the leaves with a forepaw and bent his head once more to pick up the tiny piece of prey. Sure, it was small, but so was a rogue's stomach in the wintertime. Clutching the warm body, Rex climbed surely back into his tree like a panther, to eat his catch away from prying eyes. Again the forest was silent, but instead of being interupted by the mouse now it was interupted by the consuming of the same creature's body with a quiet gnashing of teeth emenating from a robust weeping willow.
[/color][/center]Amid the peaceful scene, scuffling paws delicately picked through the leaves. Although the tiny field mouse was almost as silent as a barn owl in flight, within the quiet still morn it was like a pack of dogs were crashing through the crackling leaves instead. shhh shhh The leaves whispered as the dun-colored body alternated between scurrying over and nosing underneath the leaves in search of food. It's pale gray tail dragged behind it as it frisked along, though not heavy enough to make any noise itself. Flipping it's tiny snout under some leaves, it dissapeared for a moment and the leaves moved up and down as if breathing. Out of sight, the creature sat under it's blanket chewing on the fresh unbroken skin of an acorn, trying to get to the softer center. It could not see the absolutely silent predator coming at it...
From a low branch in the willow a barely perceptible scraping of claws could be heard as a dark form made it's way slowly down the trecherous bark of the tree. It blended well, it's wavy light brown coat mixing with the rippling brown surface of the tree. Crouching and looking down, the cat saw a pulsing patch of leaves below him and knew that there was prey on the underside of all those leaves. The feline had heard the gentle commotion that the mouse had made and he had made his way down, knowing that where there was noise there was life. Presently poised not three foxlengths above the moving ground, the golden tom leaped from his perch and landed artfully atop the mouse. A surprised squeak answered his ambush, but a rearrangment of his paws and a quick sinking of the fangs through the molted leaves silenced it faster than a stone dropping to the bottom of a puddle.
Removing bloodstained ivories from the carcass, Rex brushed aside the leaves with a forepaw and bent his head once more to pick up the tiny piece of prey. Sure, it was small, but so was a rogue's stomach in the wintertime. Clutching the warm body, Rex climbed surely back into his tree like a panther, to eat his catch away from prying eyes. Again the forest was silent, but instead of being interupted by the mouse now it was interupted by the consuming of the same creature's body with a quiet gnashing of teeth emenating from a robust weeping willow.
