Post by ALMONDWHISKER on Apr 25, 2015 12:19:41 GMT -5
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a golden afternoon
460 words OPEN frustrated
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Almondwhisker rose with the dawn, volunteering for the earliest border patrol. It was a rather peaceful and uneventful day, and to him, these were the best kinds of days. There was nothing to throw him off of his game. No cat had been arguing that morning, no kit or apprentice trying to sneak underpaw, and the tall tom felt as if everything was set to go smoothly that afternoon. He finished up the laid-back patrol and quietly snuck out of the camp to spend some time hunting alone. He was fine with going out in groups, but since it seemed like such a relaxing day, he thought the time alone with his thoughts was well deserved. He let his patrol know where to find him if trouble arose, and then set out to spend an afternoon in blissful solitude. [break][break]
Treading to the far reaches of the Dead Grass, Almondwhisker sat and let his other senses take over. Perhaps he would hear the mice scurrying, or see the songbirds take to the skies. He could smell among the grasses the sweet and bitter flowers of new-leaf, and almost taste the dew that was mostly dried up in the afternoon sun. His tail calmly swayed back and forth with the grasses in a light breeze, and he let his body relax and follow their waving motions. This time of year, they were still surprisingly alive despite their golden death-like appearance. Almondwhisker loved to go as far as the outskirts of the territory, where the grasses grew at their highest. He felt small, and for the tallest cat in all of the Clans, that was quite a rare feeling indeed. Engulfed in golden stalks, he could spend an eternity simply being. Existence without thought or need was the best kind of existence to him. [break][break]
Suddenly, a sound tickled his senses. Almondwhisker leapt into action, stalking forward until he could see the greyish outline of a field mouse among the tall, golden stalks. He let his long back legs fly and his front paws shoot out, a perfect form and technique. Though the mouse was startled and tried to flee, it was not quick enough to avoid his fast paws, and was killed quickly. After a silent thanks to StarClan for the prey, Almondwhisker walked back to his favorite prey hiding spot and dug a shallow hole, dropping the mouse in with every intention to take it back to camp later. After a bit more waiting, another mouse appeared, and he set up his form again. However, something in the distance rustled and the field mouse took flight well before Almondwhisker could get close enough. Frustrated, he looked about, hoping to find whatever cat had scared off his second kill and interrupted his afternoon.
a golden afternoon
460 words OPEN frustrated
Almondwhisker rose with the dawn, volunteering for the earliest border patrol. It was a rather peaceful and uneventful day, and to him, these were the best kinds of days. There was nothing to throw him off of his game. No cat had been arguing that morning, no kit or apprentice trying to sneak underpaw, and the tall tom felt as if everything was set to go smoothly that afternoon. He finished up the laid-back patrol and quietly snuck out of the camp to spend some time hunting alone. He was fine with going out in groups, but since it seemed like such a relaxing day, he thought the time alone with his thoughts was well deserved. He let his patrol know where to find him if trouble arose, and then set out to spend an afternoon in blissful solitude. [break][break]
Treading to the far reaches of the Dead Grass, Almondwhisker sat and let his other senses take over. Perhaps he would hear the mice scurrying, or see the songbirds take to the skies. He could smell among the grasses the sweet and bitter flowers of new-leaf, and almost taste the dew that was mostly dried up in the afternoon sun. His tail calmly swayed back and forth with the grasses in a light breeze, and he let his body relax and follow their waving motions. This time of year, they were still surprisingly alive despite their golden death-like appearance. Almondwhisker loved to go as far as the outskirts of the territory, where the grasses grew at their highest. He felt small, and for the tallest cat in all of the Clans, that was quite a rare feeling indeed. Engulfed in golden stalks, he could spend an eternity simply being. Existence without thought or need was the best kind of existence to him. [break][break]
Suddenly, a sound tickled his senses. Almondwhisker leapt into action, stalking forward until he could see the greyish outline of a field mouse among the tall, golden stalks. He let his long back legs fly and his front paws shoot out, a perfect form and technique. Though the mouse was startled and tried to flee, it was not quick enough to avoid his fast paws, and was killed quickly. After a silent thanks to StarClan for the prey, Almondwhisker walked back to his favorite prey hiding spot and dug a shallow hole, dropping the mouse in with every intention to take it back to camp later. After a bit more waiting, another mouse appeared, and he set up his form again. However, something in the distance rustled and the field mouse took flight well before Almondwhisker could get close enough. Frustrated, he looked about, hoping to find whatever cat had scared off his second kill and interrupted his afternoon.
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