Post by Holly on May 24, 2011 7:41:41 GMT -6
It was a shiny new-leaf morning. The sun was shinning through the the acorn trees. There was a breeze making it a nice cool morning. The forest was filled with light, which was great for Aspenclan mighty hunters. Speaking of hunters, there were a few stirring this morning.
One of them be Whiteforest. This tom was a red tabby with a white underbelly, paws, neck, and lips. His forest green eyes were narrowed as he crouched quietly on the forest floor. His eyes were watching the rustling on a dead leaf. The scent of mouse tickled his nose. He had the urge to run forward and kill it, but it would escape if he did so. He slowly crept forward until he was no more then a fox length away.
The tom got ready to pounce and then sprang. He swiped his was at the leaf and threw the mouse into the air. He brought his claws down on the poor creatures body as it hit the ground. He killed it swiftly. The tom sat up and sent a silent pray to Starclan. He then, processed to bury his catch with his other catches. He turned his glaze farther into the trees.
"Did you see that, Fernfeather!" Whiteforest stood proud. He was of course trying to impress his mate. He smiled at the burned she-cat. He found the burn just made her prettier then she already was. He would shred any cat who denied it. Oh how he loved her with all his being. He let out a purr, before running up and touching her nose. He'd do anything for her.
One of them be Whiteforest. This tom was a red tabby with a white underbelly, paws, neck, and lips. His forest green eyes were narrowed as he crouched quietly on the forest floor. His eyes were watching the rustling on a dead leaf. The scent of mouse tickled his nose. He had the urge to run forward and kill it, but it would escape if he did so. He slowly crept forward until he was no more then a fox length away.
The tom got ready to pounce and then sprang. He swiped his was at the leaf and threw the mouse into the air. He brought his claws down on the poor creatures body as it hit the ground. He killed it swiftly. The tom sat up and sent a silent pray to Starclan. He then, processed to bury his catch with his other catches. He turned his glaze farther into the trees.
"Did you see that, Fernfeather!" Whiteforest stood proud. He was of course trying to impress his mate. He smiled at the burned she-cat. He found the burn just made her prettier then she already was. He would shred any cat who denied it. Oh how he loved her with all his being. He let out a purr, before running up and touching her nose. He'd do anything for her.