Post by Blacktail on Jan 8, 2009 17:06:01 GMT -5
A breeze swept over the frosted land; fallen snow flying free from its perch. Amongst the white, a small figure moved, betrayed by a half black pelt. With silent steps, the cat moved with practiced grace through the snow. Freezing clumps of ice clung to his belly fur, and the pink toned skin of both his paw pads and ears burned red. Pausing a few fox lengths away from a fallen branch, Blacktail perked his ears forward; whiskers twitching.
The warrior crouched down, sinking into the snow as his green eyes took in the glare of white all around him. Had the sound been only the wind? Feeling anticipation tingle in his paws, the black and white tom crept forward; white flakes of snow sprinkling his fur. Returning to camp without a single catch of prey was not an option. However, luck didn’t seem to be on the tom’s side that day. Deciding that the noise didn’t exist, Blacktail sat back on his haunches, licking and swiping a paw over his ear in thought.
His mother would surely be furious with hunger by now. With thoughts of the elder she-cat in his mind, the FrostClan cat felt a spur of amusement, and affection. Even if Dawnwhisker was well fed, she'd find something to drawl about.
The warrior crouched down, sinking into the snow as his green eyes took in the glare of white all around him. Had the sound been only the wind? Feeling anticipation tingle in his paws, the black and white tom crept forward; white flakes of snow sprinkling his fur. Returning to camp without a single catch of prey was not an option. However, luck didn’t seem to be on the tom’s side that day. Deciding that the noise didn’t exist, Blacktail sat back on his haunches, licking and swiping a paw over his ear in thought.
His mother would surely be furious with hunger by now. With thoughts of the elder she-cat in his mind, the FrostClan cat felt a spur of amusement, and affection. Even if Dawnwhisker was well fed, she'd find something to drawl about.