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Post by castaway on May 21, 2011 13:45:10 GMT -6
Lark.
Spring dew formed on the soft, fresh green leaves that dotted the landscape from all corners of the land. Bushels of berries and maple seedlings sprouted, others were already budding new leaves, and growing ripe, fresh raspberries and such. It was rather pretty, watching this all be found. But one young frame standing alone alongside al nearly dead maple, thought differently. Yes, she enjoyed the fresh new smells of new-leaf, but her main intention was on finding more about this so-called clan that had been recently discovered by a few young, worthless juveniles while searching for some extra meals. This interested the young she-cat. In fact, it made her want to know more. Her sleek, sexy frame sliding easily through some smaller bushes of brambles, only being caught once at the end where her tail already had a mount of burrs flustering it. She sniffed in disdain, stopping short only to once again, for about the fifth time that day, pluck them out. Her eyes were closed, but her mind was a whirl of all sorts of emotions, she didn't understand the means of 'concentrate' instead it was all on stay alert, stay on track and make it through. This wasn't a game she was playing, however much she thought of it as.
Moss green eyes penetrated the pores of the ground, often startling birds from sleeping if she stared too long. She wasn't the type of cat that was just ordinary. She was far from that. Her gaze petrifies you, makes you freeze in cold fear. The rest of her looks fine, what with her slim, gaingly build and feminine looks. Her poise gives the quote: "If looks could kill, I'd be dead." Shes not nice, never was and most likely never ever will be.
Stopping short across a long narrow stream, she waited a moment, pondering the possibilities. I could jump straight across, I have the speed enough to do so. However.." she slipped down the ravine, sliding underneath a bramble barrier and nimbly bolting over a pebble pathway. However she still got damp, it wasn't as if she would get into much trouble for doing so. There didn't seem to be much of anyone here to tell her off. At that second, her whole body tensed, and she became a statue, no emotion betraying her shock. A snaking line of cat scent trailed all along the stones and trees' and grass. Borders. It unnerved her, but the rumours from those obnoxious cats came back to her. They were true.
Slinking forward with deadly silence, she entered.
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