Post by Snow on Jun 15, 2009 4:10:24 GMT -5
A thunderous crack of a gunshot was heard in the distance. What it aimed for was not the business of any cat. The silver fur of such a creature was twining between the tree's, each whisker alert to the sounds of the forest. A bright flash illuminated the area for a few seconds, then was gone, leaving behind a thunderous crack. The cat jumped.
She gritted her teeth as the rain pelted her back, cold and icy as the Winter's frost. She sat down in the shelter of an Oak tree, her whiskers quivering. "Great time to go hunting, Snow." She muttered to herself, shuffling her paws closer to her hind legs to keep warm. "I didn't even catch something I could eat."
The first snowflakes began to fall as the thunder and lightning stopped gradually. The she-cat dropped her head thankfully, but guessed there would be barely a mouse around. A snowflake dropped onto her left ear, and she shook it off hurriedly, now wanting a wet ear. Unlike most Tribe cats, she never really bothered to cake her coat with mud. Like the Clan cats, she hated the icky feeling and having to wash the mud off.
She looked around, sniffing, yet the snow tried to block her sight. She could smell alright, but her sight was failing her with the dense snow. She softly stepped forward, the snow falling onto her back. It wouldn't matter if she did have mud on her right now. She'd still be cold.
She gritted her teeth as the rain pelted her back, cold and icy as the Winter's frost. She sat down in the shelter of an Oak tree, her whiskers quivering. "Great time to go hunting, Snow." She muttered to herself, shuffling her paws closer to her hind legs to keep warm. "I didn't even catch something I could eat."
The first snowflakes began to fall as the thunder and lightning stopped gradually. The she-cat dropped her head thankfully, but guessed there would be barely a mouse around. A snowflake dropped onto her left ear, and she shook it off hurriedly, now wanting a wet ear. Unlike most Tribe cats, she never really bothered to cake her coat with mud. Like the Clan cats, she hated the icky feeling and having to wash the mud off.
She looked around, sniffing, yet the snow tried to block her sight. She could smell alright, but her sight was failing her with the dense snow. She softly stepped forward, the snow falling onto her back. It wouldn't matter if she did have mud on her right now. She'd still be cold.