Post by runnerz on May 21, 2011 18:34:45 GMT -6
LILACPELT cautiously entered the grove of oak trees, the hoods of acorns crunching softly under her paws. Her ears were swiveling slightly as her amber eyes surveyed the groove checking for any prey not careful enough to scurry away at her nearly silent entrance. A patch of sunlight filtered through the tree tops, illuminating particles of dust on its descent to earth. The lithe she-cat made her way to the patch of sun daintily sitting down on the soft moss. Her long tail wrapped carefully around her white paws, lifting her right she began to slowly wash it with deliberate strokes of her tongue.
THE careful strokes reminded her of her mother’s careful cleanings as a kit. All of those safe days cuddled close to her mothers torso with her brothers snuggled close to her. Oh Sunpaw, I’m so sorry. It’s all my fault. She thought to herself. There had to of been something that she could of done differently that would of allowed him to escape his fate. If only she could of figured it out and averted the disaster that ensued, if only he was still here.
SETTING her paw down she shook her head to shake away her melancholy thoughts and lifted her left paw to carefully remove the dirt that had dared to settle on her milky paws. Anything that was out of order was a constant pain to her order and being able to control situations gave her a sort of relief from the torturous thoughts of her brother. Stopping her licking she cast a judgmental look over her paw inspecting it carefully then set it down softly. Casting one last final lick over her chest she raised her head glancing around the grove searching for movement in the underbrush. Seeing none she settled down to rest for a bit, she already had two mice carefully buried under an tree closer to camp and she could afford a mid-day break.
THE careful strokes reminded her of her mother’s careful cleanings as a kit. All of those safe days cuddled close to her mothers torso with her brothers snuggled close to her. Oh Sunpaw, I’m so sorry. It’s all my fault. She thought to herself. There had to of been something that she could of done differently that would of allowed him to escape his fate. If only she could of figured it out and averted the disaster that ensued, if only he was still here.
SETTING her paw down she shook her head to shake away her melancholy thoughts and lifted her left paw to carefully remove the dirt that had dared to settle on her milky paws. Anything that was out of order was a constant pain to her order and being able to control situations gave her a sort of relief from the torturous thoughts of her brother. Stopping her licking she cast a judgmental look over her paw inspecting it carefully then set it down softly. Casting one last final lick over her chest she raised her head glancing around the grove searching for movement in the underbrush. Seeing none she settled down to rest for a bit, she already had two mice carefully buried under an tree closer to camp and she could afford a mid-day break.