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Post by Fallentear || on Jul 7, 2008 16:09:51 GMT -5
Willow grove was eerily quiet. The ground here was much firmer than most of Fogclan, so it was a well known fact that most of the prey could be found here, in the heart of Fogclan territory. This also, of course, made it an amazing place to train apprentices, aside from all the trees to climb. Short grass grew here, and it was the only place in Fogclan besides the camp that really had this form of life. These short green stalks rustled as a feline stalked through them, her tail poking high above them and waving lazily in the hot summer air. Her white underside was hidden close to the dirt as she crawled along. The female's mind was swirling with thoughts of the drought, and how she could possibly help her clan through it.
Fallentear froze, lifting her muzzle to scent the air. The rush of air was hot and it burned her nose a bit, as it was humid as well. Her nostrils flared and she caught the smell of mouse. Crouching again in the grass, she slithered forward, her gray tabby back blending in well with the more parched stalks of grayish-brown in among the green. Her yellow eyes narrowed as she spotted her quarry. The little furry creature was digging in the loamy earth for something that it had probably stored during the abundance of spring.
Fallentear's rump raised a little and her ears flicked forward, her eyes fixed on the animal with intense concentration. Her next movements were so fast and deadly that if a spectator blinked, they would have missed it. Her hindlegs pushed hard into the dirt, and she flew forward across the ground, landing on the mouse and snapping it's neck silently and with practised ease. Her ears swiveled towards the sound of approaching pawsteps as she licked the drops of blood from her upper teeth and raised her head. Her breathing was calm, as if she were just standing there and had been for many minutes. [/color][/blockquote] |
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