Post by Dragon on Feb 27, 2009 2:04:20 GMT -5
Flamemoon trudged through the snow, his nose was just brushing the icy covering of the snows surface. He took a few a practiced leaps until he felt a gnarled root under his paws. Just as he landed a clump of snow fell upon him from a overly covered branch.
The ginger tom snarled in irritation and he shoved his way through the suffocating tomb, and he shook the snow from his fur with a dry scowl. He shook his cold fur and shook each paw in turn to get the ice from between his noses. Just as he was about to turn around and return to camp with an empty belly... he heard something.
A soft churr on the wind that reminded him so much of a young trush bird in the warm spring. His entire bottom whipped around and he was leaping through the snow like a kit to catch this bird wherever it was. His eyes glowed happily and he raced through the snow not caring if he hurt his paws or matted his pelt.
He thought he heard a flutter of wings and another call, his excitement mounted but he didn't realize that he was heading toward the island. Even as he reached the lake, he thought he saw the light silhouette of a bird in the sky. How odd... He thought, but he didn't tarry long at the Lake's edge as he raced along the side his eyes never leaving his so called prey.
The ginger tom snarled in irritation and he shoved his way through the suffocating tomb, and he shook the snow from his fur with a dry scowl. He shook his cold fur and shook each paw in turn to get the ice from between his noses. Just as he was about to turn around and return to camp with an empty belly... he heard something.
A soft churr on the wind that reminded him so much of a young trush bird in the warm spring. His entire bottom whipped around and he was leaping through the snow like a kit to catch this bird wherever it was. His eyes glowed happily and he raced through the snow not caring if he hurt his paws or matted his pelt.
He thought he heard a flutter of wings and another call, his excitement mounted but he didn't realize that he was heading toward the island. Even as he reached the lake, he thought he saw the light silhouette of a bird in the sky. How odd... He thought, but he didn't tarry long at the Lake's edge as he raced along the side his eyes never leaving his so called prey.
