Post by FALLENSTAR on Jun 13, 2015 10:13:17 GMT -5
"Speaking" & Thinking
Anyone
403 words
Anyone
403 words
The blistering heat from the greenleaf sun leaked through the thick canopy leaves of the oaks onto the forest floor. A shadow flitted under a bush, dragging the attention of a silent predator. Fallenstar's brilliant eyes mirrored the color of the lush vegetation, sparkling with interest at the shadow.
It's a bird, no doubt, The ThunderClan leader thought to herself, swiping her tongue over her lips as she thought of the sweet bird meat. Is it a sparrow or a starling, though?
The obsidian she-cat decided to catch it, whatever kind of bird it was. Her Clan would need to fatten up before leaf-bare... But she saw no harm in practicing what she called her "silent skills". The leader could feel her heart start to race -- ever since her first hunt as an apprentice, the adrenaline never failed to pump through her at the prospect of a kill. Very slowly, Fallenstar began to pull herself toward the bush, silent as fallen rain after a storm.
She couldn't help but twitch her whiskers slightly at that thought, thinking about her days as a warrior. As an apprentice, Fallenpaw never imagined that she'd become the leader of her beloved Clanmates. Realizing she'd become briefly distracted, the black cat shook her head and continued to glide silently across the grass. As she neared the bush, Fallenstar could hear the leaves rustling. Suddenly the bird that had been hiding in the bush flew out. Quick as lightning, the ThunderClan leader launched herself high over the bush and clapped her clawed forepaws after the bird, triumph shining through her as she felt blood well up in between her toes.
Excellent! The leader flicked her tail and a thunderous purr erupted in her throat.
While she waited for her heart rate to slow, the she-cat dipped her head and said a quick prayer of appreciation to StarClan. When she opened her eyes, Fallenstar finally got a chance to examine her fresh-kill, and was delighted to see that the bird was neither a sparrow nor starling; instead it was a plump, juicy-looking thrush. The leader quickly dug a hole and scraped dirt over the thrush to protect it until she took it back to camp. The leader flopped down onto her side in the shade of one of the oaks, not quite ready to return to camp. Letting out a content sigh, she thought of the days of her apprenticeship.
It's a bird, no doubt, The ThunderClan leader thought to herself, swiping her tongue over her lips as she thought of the sweet bird meat. Is it a sparrow or a starling, though?
The obsidian she-cat decided to catch it, whatever kind of bird it was. Her Clan would need to fatten up before leaf-bare... But she saw no harm in practicing what she called her "silent skills". The leader could feel her heart start to race -- ever since her first hunt as an apprentice, the adrenaline never failed to pump through her at the prospect of a kill. Very slowly, Fallenstar began to pull herself toward the bush, silent as fallen rain after a storm.
She couldn't help but twitch her whiskers slightly at that thought, thinking about her days as a warrior. As an apprentice, Fallenpaw never imagined that she'd become the leader of her beloved Clanmates. Realizing she'd become briefly distracted, the black cat shook her head and continued to glide silently across the grass. As she neared the bush, Fallenstar could hear the leaves rustling. Suddenly the bird that had been hiding in the bush flew out. Quick as lightning, the ThunderClan leader launched herself high over the bush and clapped her clawed forepaws after the bird, triumph shining through her as she felt blood well up in between her toes.
Excellent! The leader flicked her tail and a thunderous purr erupted in her throat.
While she waited for her heart rate to slow, the she-cat dipped her head and said a quick prayer of appreciation to StarClan. When she opened her eyes, Fallenstar finally got a chance to examine her fresh-kill, and was delighted to see that the bird was neither a sparrow nor starling; instead it was a plump, juicy-looking thrush. The leader quickly dug a hole and scraped dirt over the thrush to protect it until she took it back to camp. The leader flopped down onto her side in the shade of one of the oaks, not quite ready to return to camp. Letting out a content sigh, she thought of the days of her apprenticeship.
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