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 Posted: Thu May 08, 2014 7:11 pm
Out among the tall grasses of the new territory Splashpaw was busily trying her hunting skills. Her task for the day was hunting for the clan and it was a big responsibility. Her responsibility, and she wasn't going to fail her mentor or her clan. Only she was still young and this was a new territory that she was still very unused to.
Under her paws the ground was still damp from the early morning dew as she stalked through the grass which surrounded her, concealing her thoroughly. Sniffing the air she padded along with eagerness in her paws, occasionally stopping to sniff again as prey scent began to fill her nostrils. "There you are." She mewed softly, crouching low to the ground as her ears bouncing, hearing the pitter-patter of a mouse moving through the tall grass.
The young apprentice was poised, her crouch in beautiful form, she took two quick steps... and yet she had failed to remember a basic principal, especially about mice.
Mice will sense your pawsteps before they see you.
The small creature darted quickly and Splashpaw saw her opportunity lost. She made a dash for it but skidded into a patch of thick grass, rolling over onto her back before righting herself again. ""Aah!" With a front paw she rubbed over the top of her nose where she felt a stinging sensation. While she scanned the brush her bumbling around had caused a silence in her immediate vicinity and she felt her tail falter, twisting around in an annoyed fashion.
This was not the way she wanted to start her very important task and she moved off quickly in her frustration.
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Posted: Mon May 12, 2014 10:29 am
Dustpelt stretched slowly. a lightening strike of a shiver ran from the tip of his nose, down his arched back, and out his whisking tail. Yawning, the cat looked around the territory markers. Peaceful, so far, he gathered. Nothing to be worried or alarmed about. The Tom had been on an earlier border patrol, but was released when a new dispatch came to relieve them. Now with free time, Dustpelt considered going to sleep or hunting. A soft rumble in his stomach made the final decision. Chuckling to himself, the cat lithely pawstepped through the grass, listening and scenting for prey.
Opening his maw, he took in a deep breath to gather the smell of any creature around. Mingled in with the smell of his clan brethren were the old scents of rabbit and mice. Dustpelt knew how stupid mice were. If there had been one in that area before, it would come back. So he took the scent nearest him and began to follow its trail.
He was about to give up when a small mouse jetted past his paw, too frightened to be worried about another predator. With lightening fast reflexes, the Tom pounced on the mouse. His balance was lost with the abrupt movement, and so he tumbled, with the mouse's scruff firmly in his teeth, on the ground. The dust around him settled after a moment or two. Dustpelt blinked, sneezed, and stood. Well, he caught breakfast.
Another sound though caught his attention, and the scent of his clan mate let Dustpelt figure out why this little mouse had scampered away in such terror. Bemused, the tom caught up with the apprentice after a few moments. There was a twinkle in his eye as he set the mouse down near her, "I do think you lost something, Splashpaw." chuckling again, he sat down and began to groom some of the dust off his muzzle, "Out hunting for the clan?"
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Eco-friendly Shapeshifter
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